I'm sorry.

Sometimes i feel that if i had another chance, i would probably go take up some composition writing class- seriously.

It's like, i don't really feel the same everyday with each particular day is concluded with emotions that varies. But my blog, obviously only depicts all happenings of my life to be of extreme negativeness. Blame it on my poor command of English language. I seriously envy those people that makes so much sense in those entries they post on their blog.

I guess, to a certain extend, it seems like my virtual depression mode is already the norm in my social networking until nobody really bothers.

But seriously, am i that bitchy boy on twitter or the depressed and soon going to suicide dude on blogger?

I admit, on some days i'm bitchy and on some days my world is feel of dejection. Apart from those days, i'm a normal irritating 19 years old living on the face of this earth leading life as it is.

But it seems like, when ever i spend time alone i tend to sink into my own train of thoughts while emotions overflow. It's my routine to be honest.

But sometimes when things goes wrong and i feel bad.

The mental devourer of boy is being neglected by all.

I guess it's my fault? My fault for not being able to draw a clear line between my stream of thoughts and my stream of emotions. It's my fault for not being detailed enough in my expression.

I'm sorry.

Very sorry to everybody.

It's my bad to take so long to some to realization.

For the last couple of years living on earth, i always thought i was a good verbal communicator. But, i guess i'm wrong. I failed to communicate my definition of the things in life.

What a friend means to me?

What a treasured individual means to me?

And what I can do for them?

I'm sorry for making all the non-intellectual movement.

"Never apologize for showing feeling. When you do so you apologize for truth." -Benjamin Disraeli

And the truth is, i'm not getting this world right.

my apologies.