Why Am I Even Here?

Well, here i am. Made a blog.

Now what?

To tell you honestly, i never wanted a blog. Sure, i like to write, but i always thought i might not be able to tend to a blog. I'd probably end up posting, and forgetting about posting some more.

But on certain days (and these certain days have been happening every day now), I want to write. To keep myself from feeling so bad like this.

That invisible hand in my chest sure is practicing its grip a lot. Well, i doubt anyone would read the drivel i'd post here. I just want to numb out the pain. Let it out.

Not many friends would readily listen to what pains me.

Oh, I have many friends. They're good friends. But i wear a mask.

They see me, just this happy guys without a care in the world. Happy-Go-Lucky. That's me. To them anyway. But inside, there are things that sometimes are just too hard to handle.

well... here goes nothing.