Outlet of emotions

It actually feels nice to be writing again.
Whether to an audience of ghost or computer search-bots, it feels nice. My soul and emotion needs some healing time. Writing does help a bit. Now I understand why people write diaries and why I started blogging for the first time. It's fun for myself. It's an outlet for panted up emotions. I feel better after every blog or diary.
My two trusty sites: Blogspot and *somewhere secret.

I will probably write more as I recover from the second Rock Bottom. I must be a horrible person if I want someone to experience this bottom pit. Some people will always say, "I know how you feel." I would always reply, "No, you don't. Fuck off!" Hahahaha.

Right now, I am truly thankful for one friend who forgave me for deserting her for past couple years. I never gave a reason; I just never respond. I met her back in high school. We would always chat about random stuff. Emotional support type of talk. I was always there to listen to her sorrows and helped her with depression. I was always a good listener to her. As close as we were, we clearly knew our boundaries; that's because we had a crush with each other at different time, ouch. We talked it over and agreed on what we are now. It's really hard for a clear-boundary guy-girl friendship. This blog turns random and rambling on again as I always do. I tend to drift away with different thoughts. I kind of like it. Maybe that's why I like ice cream. Wait... what? Just kidding... What I meant to say is why I tend to pick up different knowledge from random places. Oh... I miss my National Geographic Channel...