1 year ago...

I can't believe its exactly 1 year ago that I wrote since. I think many things happened in that one-year period although I wouldn't be able to tell you what exactly. It was like I just woke up from a coma, and in that coma I had dreamt many dreams that vividly resemble the entirety of my life in that one single year.
To be honest I wouldn’t have too many things to write now that I’ve moved on to bigger plans in my life – conformity. Yes, a serious rat race that I compete to stay alive, a theatrical act I have to perform in order to be accepted, and another statistic in the books of history. No it is not something I would like to see happening in my life, but it seems inevitable for me in a society that places emphasis on material wealth to the equivalence of happiness and success.
I’m lost but I am found. I’m small but I am overwhelmed. I thought but it didn’t. I want to shout but I’m speechless. I want to break free but I’m powerless… almost sounds like one of those Alanis Morisette songs… but its true.

I'm sorry Mama, I ain't cleanin' out my closet

It is strange how people can easily forget the good things you’ve done for them and the bad stuff sticks on the back of their mind as if forever. It is strange how people like to feel victimized when things go awry and not see the faults of their own doings. It is strangest when someone can say these to you, when you least expect that it is actually happening to you.
I am convinced that I’ve just walked to a crossroad in my life, where the decisions I’m about to make will change many people’s lives forever. My life especially. Yes, I do have many skeletons in my closet, but I don’t consider them as something which I can’t hide, as I believe many people out there does keep secrets about their lives till the day they die. I do not see anything wrong with keeping one’s secret to oneself as I do not like my life to be an open book for your own perusal. I also believe that it is imperative that couples should never reveal everything about their lives to their other halves. Reason? Many…or perhaps none, but it doesn’t matter. Perhaps you’ll feel better if you’ve told someone, but perhaps you’ll feel like shit when you realize that the friend you fell out with knows your darkest secret. At least you’ll feel more comforted to know that if no one knows your secrets, then it might not come back to haunt you. At least that’s how I feel.