Personal Sanctuary

Oftentimes, I hope for a clone. Or something like that. Someone who feels the way I feel, who talks like me, who thinks like me, who reacts like me, who listens like I do... but doesn't necessarily looks like me (because that would really be creepy). How do I call her/him? A soulmate, perhaps? I really don't care, as long as she/he exists. (Yeah, I wish!) Which brings me to the statement: I love my blog!

Well, the reason why I love my blog (quarternotes.blogspot.com) is because nobody really reads it! It's like my own personal space online. When I'm on my other social networking sites, I have to be careful of what I post because there are people who could get affected with what I say. Here, I am FREE (or I would like to believe that I am). I can say whatever I want to say without having to worry who's gonna read it; or if I might hurt somebody.

Regardless of my just-a-bit-loud persona, I'm actually a certified introvert. No kid! When you see me happy, I usually project only 40% of how glad I really am. Same thing when I'm depressed. The tears you see are not even comparable to how much pain my heart really is crying.

So, THIS is like the extension of my mind. I write words straight from my soul without pretensions, without pride and without malice. I say things as free as I want to just because. And when there are no hands to tap or no ears to listen, THIS becomes my personal sanctuary.

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