An Eternal Diary of My Life

I had been feeling like Kevin in The Wonder Years since last Sunday. Many things come to mind, and though I've had moments like this few times before, these last days shake me in a far greater magnitude. I've been thinking about how cruel I am as a son to my two endlessly loving parents. Before heading on to the next thing I've been thinking about, let just stop for a while on this point. Hard for me to describe, but my capability of loving each other (especially my parents), may sometimes be limited by the invisible barrier I made for myself. Feels a lil bit sinful for me to say, but I can only love them with my thoughts. I mean, I say to myself I love them. When I'm sober, I think about them. On rainy afternoons, while sipping a warm thick Milo (like I've always been trying to do while I could), I think about ways (sometimes crazy fantasies) on how to really make them proud at sometimes. My mind wandered all around the globe, imagining scenes of me taking my dad f...

Let just get things straight. Although this isn't my first blog that I make (the one before was made as a school assignment), this post is officialy my first diary that I write. I never thought I'll ever write a personal diary, but let say, the things I've been thinking through these days change me in such a fundamental way (at least for now)... What am I thinking? Why on earth do I feel like I'm in an urge to write things down (or 'type' things down actually)? Well, before this week, I had an Instagram account... For what reason? Well, let's face it, i'm a teenager, and like most of teens do, I need something to actualize myself, something to share to this small world I live in. But as days of clinging onto emptiness went by, few days ago, by a snap decision, I decided to dump that account. I mean, i like to read. And i read a lot (or so i thought). I'm hoping that I'll be capable of writing when I hit my retirement years. I get amazed (and amus...