Hate to say it but this topic is WAaaaAY overrated. And I don’t usually go for those.
However, it is always a question that intrigues my dim mind to write something on this seriously neglected blog of mine. Forgive me, the kepoyoan starts here:
The question. A very close friend of mine asked me this. Why are you always happy? Dun dun dun. Happy? HAPPY? Have you not been paying attention?
But that’s the reality of life–er my life. I keep for myself a group of friends I consider dearest to me. How is it not apparent to them how my life is? Am I not considered dear to them? Maybe I never told them. Maybe its them who never paid any attention.
Let see. I’m the noisy one. Sometimes. Does that mean I don’t enjoy quit light conversations? I’m the one with the ideas. Does that mean I’m happy all the time? What happened to those times where I needed support? my ‘fragile’ mode?