It is.
Or I’m assuming that it is.
Or maybe it’s just another way of suppressing whatever there is dwelling within.
But I am having a firmer grip of myself right now.
So. very. self-contradicting.
Then perhaps it might just rebound back someday and pounce on me from behind when I’m having breakfast.
Or when I’m watching a movie.
Or when I’m replying to a text message.
Or when I’m cursing Winnie for her not-very-specific finals questions.
And then I’ll get oh so depressed again.
But for now, I’m a happy emo kid.
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Is it me or blogging in English is indeed weird?