feeling emo

artists are just hyper emotional people.

we have to be. if we were like heroes, and they split our brains open, then they'd see a genetic tweak that says we are emotional people. totally. i can't help it. my friends can't help it. if they read this then they'd agree. and if they read this and got offended by what i said, than my point stands corrected. it's who we are and what makes us great as artists. in my point, i'm using great very loosely as i have yet to arrive at that point, but for the ones i intend for this meaning to apply to... YOU GOOD! i'm always in awe when i see these people perform. not jealous anymore. a swealling of pride trumps that.

so, i'm just doing something, errr feeling immature lately. i'm older and supposedly wiser and i won't go down this road AGAIN. i just have to remember that i can only be me and if someone doesn't reciprocate (i can't spell) then all i have to say is fine. hurt. just being emo. --- which reminds me to keep out of someones blog.

another topic, do people who put up a blog which express their true feelings want them to be read? i mean really? why else would you post up your inner thoughts in a public forum? i used to feel too intrusive if i read someone's blog. i'd feel bad about not being there for someone and just feel like i'm gettin' into their bizness. "if you want to know something, just ask." i will. i promise. and i have. thank you for being honest with me. if this person knows who this message is for... then i guess it's only the both of us who gets this quote and what i'm trying to say.

back to blogging: i like it if people read my blog. i don't care if they do it everyday. my only hope is that this forum won't be a substitute for telling people exactly how i feel. a safe-haven if you will. if i vent about a specific person, then sanay i can talk to them kahit ang tunay kaibigan ko. you know what i mean? time goes so fast... life is so short to not be able to let that time go to speak to someone that's bothering them... not only that, it's being immature.

show's how much work i do...

until the next random thought.