Another Random Post

I was amazed when he remembered random facts about me. I can’t even recall telling him that one of my favorite colors (most of the time) is green, nor can I remember mentioning that DQ people keep on putting PEARL as the customer’s name in their receipt whenever I order Blizzard there.

So it got me thinking…  Am I really that talkative to tell him almost everything about me? Am I not really listening when he told me things about him, for me not to recall anything about it? Or is it his fault for not really sharing anything to me?

While I shared intimate things about my past relationships and personal life, he shut me out by not mentioning a single word about his past. Zero. Zip. Nada. And he even used that as a factor when he said goodbye.

It’s unfair. I have a blog that keeps him updated about everything I went through, while I didn’t have any idea on what happened to him these past few months. I write down (whenever I feel like it) my experiences that I think is worth mentioning her. Almost everything that’s happened to me: feelings, lessons, opinions, etc. are here — not because I want people updated, but because it’s a way for me to release stress, anger and whatever I’m holding inside.

While he encouraged me to improve blogging, another guy discouraged me and kept telling me that I’ll gain nothing from blogging. He cannot see the essence of keeping an online journal and the point of shouting out to the world of what I feel. Stupid. Imbecile. Idiot. He never encouraged me on anything and just kept on pulling me down. So don’t blame me for loathing that good-for-nothing bastard.