Not everyone gets to know what actually happens to everyone everywhere anytime of the day. And that, for me, is one sad thought.
It makes me feel I am voiceless - my song and my cries - unheard.
I feel like an insignificant pebble being stepped on - ignored, spat on. A question runs in my mind, "Who would care for a pebble anyway?"
Life outside the blogosphere is totally different. Most of the times, you just can't undo what was done nor even predict what should and must be done. The blogosphere is a place where you can make mistakes but gives you the room to correct them. This place makes me human - humane.
There's a big difference with the real world. The real word?! Nah. It does nothing. It's just good about one thing - KILLING you. People are so fond of criticizing people - who's better than who. There are lots of people out there - silent yet stereotypically "air-headed." I know a lot. They even consider me one.
I have been through a lot and that I have seen things that aren't supposed to be seen by anyone else. I have even heard stories - of hate, of evil thoughts that could ruin lives - and yet I chose to be blind, I chose to be silent. I consider these things as a few of the many "unpublished" posts the world should know and hear.
Confidentiality. What a stupid thing to say. Something THEY just love to emphasize and yet THEY fail on it. TRUST?! If it were a person, it could have long been dead - dead since time immemorial. Everyone else does it. Who doesn't? You are one hypocrite if you would disagree with me. LIAR!
Who would even care even with a slightest feeling of all the things that I have been posting in here? I wouldn't even know. Who would care? Not even mom I guess. My rantings have been prevalent since I have returned. I have been too blinded by my bitterness and hatred - hatred for those people who I thought were my friends but eventually the same OLD DEMONS walking in the demented face of the Earth.
Now you know why our lives are a series of unpublished posts?
Neither do I.