And I'm back

Here. After more than 10 months of hiatus.
And I'm turning this place to a ranting avenue, as this is the lesser read blog

I do not want to spread my misery to somebody else
no I don't, but sometimes you just feel so damn frustrated and no one will ever understand you
Yeah, no one no one
but you cant rant it somewhere else and you feel the compulsion to blog
And that's it

But those entries, about us saddened by somethings or some asses, are real but cannot represent us.
That is because we have each chosen a mask. A mask to mask our misery, our pride, our ignorance and even innocence. For the society does not behave the way we want, but want us to behave the way it wants.

And so we pretend, letting a guardian to guard the gate of true-self. Few people are granted the access, only family and some close friends maybe.

Pretending is a skill that needs to be mastered. Someone who tried too hard to pretend looks so unreal that he became a hypocrite. Someone, however, can pretend so naturally that everyone thinks that that is his true-self.