I'm posting this entry in the middle of the night,I have to let my windows open to get a better internet signal plus,the cold mist bring along some friends with and they are the mini vampires.What? It's true there are mini vampires surrounding me thirsty for blood!They are just mosquitoes <---It does sounds more dramatic when they are called as mini vampires.
Sorry to say,when my weirdness spread...I just don't see things like normal people see things and perhaps I might see things in a very different way. What to do,I'm a lefty! Mwehehe speaking of which,I notice that there are certain people who didn't like the way I see things especially those who sees someone or something that is fancy....I see those things as plain or just average.Am I being Egoistic? Perhaps not. Speaking is not the thing that I can do best ,but writing is a passion of mine.
My mind has gone blunt this days,I used to write about what I see and I feel everyday but now? Heh I just kissed my blogs good bye.Blogs? I have to run 2 blogs at a time.Enough with the advert<---Back to the main point please.
Well since I've been stuck in my own world of being alone,I find it's hard to communicate with other people properly and even see what they see.I may seemed normal but from the inside?Who knows?Sometimes I wish that I could live on an island where there are green grass and foxtail fields.Nobody could disturb me or even say Hi. I don't trust people and sometimes I don't believe in myself.Even my parents called me as "weird" instead of being unique.<---Seriously I'm flattering myself muhahaha!
Some people may not like me when I try to "correct" them about something,okay I'll zip my lips then it's hard when I started talking.See writing and typing on papers are much easier than talking to people!<----Well sometimes we like to think that we're being right at all times weren't we?
My English just gone worst ,yeah...I only learn English from cartoons since I was born and my mother used to speak English with me but now? I miss being alone in my own room.Making friends is the hardest thing for me,there are only few people in this world who actually understands me.The rest? Gone with wind.
I use to have this diary when I was 8 and I wrote everything in English. I never knew about grammar or verbs and all I know when a sentence sounds right,then it is correct<---so much for instinct? I guess. Why do I like to have my own time? Everything is alive and even colours can make me dream of something especially pastel colours. Music can make me sink into a sea of clouds especially Owl City songs.Pictures and Mural can make feel dazed and I can spent hours imagining myself in the picture.
My mind is like a cloud,a bridge made of rainbows and ideas are like birds flying around my mind.My inner child running wild in my heart that made up of red balloons. How I wish I could remain being a child forever. Normal people worry me,because I just don't see things like they do. Sorry,god made me this way.I am being grateful for what I have.Maybe I should reduce talking just like the first day I entered college and get back on writing.Caution: I annoyed people.
