Uncertainties

I sometimes hope no one I know reads my blog. So I can pour my heart out here. Whats the use of keeping a personal journal when everybody gets to read it? So irony.

I feel like pouring my heart out right now. There isnt any friend thats unoccupied now and The Guy is out of question and I cant do that in my blog. Pathetic!

I might just go and tell my pillow about it, possibly cry myself to sleep hugging it. Sometimes, things with no live are an individual’s best companion.

*sigh*