I hate birthdays because it's a constant reminder of how pathetic and boring my life is. It sucks.
I did some little backread on this blog. I haven't been posting much, I'm guilty alright but sometimes I just ran out of things to blog about. Not because I'm lazy but because there isn't much to say anyway
I had been having problems. I dont know, but those problems somehow got the better of me. Sometimes I wish I could've just ignore them.. but no.
I'm 18 now but I still dont know what being 18 is all about. I definitely feel old but at the same time I realized, no matter how many friends you have today .. it only comes down to the few who would stay.
When you get older, it's not about how many friends you will have but the genuineness of those who stayed. They may not understand what made you change because some will always remember you on how they met you.
But it's not always the case. We undergo changes and so am I. It's happening and is evident as days go by.
One thing I learned throughout the years is the fact that you cannot dwell on anyone but yourself. Yourself alone.
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