Crazed over Nothing: I-dont-know-agenda
that is one heck of a title, ei? Honestly, i couldn’t even find a reason or a simple explanation about what it means. It’s something really random, or perfectly useless. So what is the point of writing it? or reading it for your case….well i don’t know…
Just last April, i re-read my diaries that dated 2001. It scared me beyond my wits as words of profanity, sexual insults, gossip, unending rants, filled the pages of my diary. As i read through it, denial that I WROTE IT enveloped my whole being. all i could utter after every entry was: "i don’t believe this…" but then, my most feared moment arrived when i found myself CLEARLY recalling all the situations that i had scribbled on the pages of what could pass as "MY LIFE".
Now, i am here typing yet another essay that speaks so much about who i am (or who i was). There is so much left unsaid, but it scares me to type one more word for it might bring me destruction, and lose all my friends who trusts me.
