You know the time when things usually work just fine for you when it doesn't to other people and all of a sudden it doesn't work that way anymore on you and you just kinda realize that how you really need to work hard on something that other people don't have to?
I hate it.
Sometimes, when things get me all claustrophobic with petty things, I just want to run away.
Grab a good book, get myself lost in it and escape from the reality.
It feels kinda good.
And I actually like it.
And sometimes, when things go crazy and you don't know how to let it out,
you just blog it.