I've been noticing that I've been using my journal and the Internet as a scapegoat. Whenever I feel frustrated or lost or when I feel the need to vent, I walk out and go online. Then I start pouring my frustrations out in my journal.

I'm really a secretive person. I don't like telling too much about myself, yet I've been blogging about the things that happen in my life for more than 3 years now.

(Wait, commercial break... I'm here in the computer lab in school, with both hands on the keyboard. I've stopped typing to think of what to say next but all my fingers are resting on the keyboard, but I can see the mouse pointer moving on its own!!!)

I guess I'm still lacking sleep. Maybe that's why I feel this way. Nyak.

(Commercial break 2: Nyak, the mouse isn't really moving on its own. the cord is just pulling it back because it's all twisted up.)

Sometimes I just want to take a breather and do nothing. But when I try to do it at home, I still feel this need to go out and do something. Gak, Hogi, make up your damn mind...

Maybe I just don't want people to bug me as often. That way, I won't have to feel so stressed out. I hate it when people get on my nerves. It drives me off the wall because I don't really like getting mad at them, or even show any signs of negative vibes.