Always.

Funny how I decide to type a blog post when I'm down. It's not like anyone reads this anyway. But then again, just like my Oral Comm lecturer said, blogs are funny things. We publicize private details about our lives.

I guess people type blogs to vent about something, sometimes hoping that somebody would notice their frustrations. I'm doing this because I have no one to talk to about this, or rather, I don't know who I should talk to about this.

It's been happening again. I'm beginning to hate myself again, because I feel so helpless. I've tried many ways  to solve this shit, and I don't think I'm making much difference. Am I that insignificant? I'm tired. But I don't want to give up.

I need to be stronger. Stronger so I can pull my own weight, then pull others'.
I need to steel my will. So that I would be unwavering in my actions.
I need to focus on my goal, and do everything I can to achieve it, even at the cost of my own happiness.
I need to be prepared. Always be around to catch her if she falls. Always.

Pfft. I feel silly now that I have typed this post. A part of me wishes to convey it directly, and another part wishes to keep the shit to myself. Keep it all holed up to bring out that amazing black aura. Would probably make me look cool. ;)

Oh well, since I've already went through the trouble of logging in and typing all these crap, I might as well just post it.

Signing off!
Dan. :)