I typed a hate post just now.
But I decided to delete it.
All I notice are imperfections.
I do not know how I can be happy.
When someone proclaims to be the happiest? I can't feel the happiness. If it was a close friend, I probably would. But my close friends are numbered by my fingers - that's a small amount of percentage.
However I find myself rather amused with people who complain in facebook and I actually laugh at their shitty day.Probably because, I am one with those who just had a shitty day.
I'll be glad, if it was just a day.
I ended up making a twitter account for my hobby/fandom.
http://www.twitter.com/sunnydace
Hope this diverts it all.
