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Livejournal doesn't lag when my computer lags any more; it got better. I don't know if I should laugh or cry. Perhaps it's just something to urge me to continue writing; even if my writing sucks. But it also prevents homework, allows me some more time to procrastinate, which I guess, could be a good thing, since I am a person of procrastination. But anyways, my life so far has been the same, problem after problem, no time to rest and think. But since I've just figured out that LJ doesn't lag on me any more, I guess I'll go on more. Because I am a greedy person, I want the best of the best, not the second to the best, not 1/2 to the best, the ultimate best; which also means that I'm quite competitive, though not all the time. I promised to change my layout soon, but I guess today is just not the day. More disappointing news for me today. Expect a layout soon; but just not now. But still look out for it. I have so much things to do; migrate journals, stalk, and so much more.
I'm not a busy person, but I just get hooked on things so easily. About writing...I guess you could say it's my passion, but in a way it's not. Since I cannot write at any point of my life, I don't think it will count. But still. It is a way to relieve my soul of its sorrow. Maybe it's just my sadist self, but I want to write an angst fic so badly, about a girl who is so imperfect that there is nothing in this world that's as miserable as her. That ought to make me feel better. And lately, I've made a very shocking realization. Being good to others will only hurt you or bring harm upon you. So I'm very tired of being kind to others; and getting nothing in return. Sometimes I wish I was an optimistic person, so that I still have a hope to hold on to. I guess it just so happens that things just never work out the way they should. I wish I have the power to do everything I want. That's all for now. My mind is so numb, and my heart so sore. My eyes are blurry and my ears deaf.
I'm not a busy person, but I just get hooked on things so easily. About writing...I guess you could say it's my passion, but in a way it's not. Since I cannot write at any point of my life, I don't think it will count. But still. It is a way to relieve my soul of its sorrow. Maybe it's just my sadist self, but I want to write an angst fic so badly, about a girl who is so imperfect that there is nothing in this world that's as miserable as her. That ought to make me feel better. And lately, I've made a very shocking realization. Being good to others will only hurt you or bring harm upon you. So I'm very tired of being kind to others; and getting nothing in return. Sometimes I wish I was an optimistic person, so that I still have a hope to hold on to. I guess it just so happens that things just never work out the way they should. I wish I have the power to do everything I want. That's all for now. My mind is so numb, and my heart so sore. My eyes are blurry and my ears deaf.