Right, okay.

So Tish told me that she actually enjoyed reading my blog, which resulted in me feeling damn good about my blog.

And then she told me that it was because my blog was so depressing that it actually cheered her up reading it, knowing that she didn't have it that bad. And that made me feel... I don't know, pretty damn confused.

I know for a fact that my blog is depressing, especially since in Secondary Three I had a friend actually ask me to make my blog a little more cheerful because she got depressed after reading it. Oops....? >.<"

But the thing is, I can't help it. I actually enjoy writing like this (perverse pleasure, mwahaha) and writing sad, depressing poems (however short they may be) and little snippets of potential stories that I'll probably never get around to writing.

But hell. Someone's actually told me that she enjoys reading my blog, and that she's grown to like my writing style, along with the dark humour that seems to exist in my blog (where it is, I have no idea though). I think this is pretty good, ne? :)
[oh, selective hearing is such a joy~ ^^]

To end this post on a completely random note, go check out 3 Doors Down! I think their songs are quietly beautiful, and they've got this strain of sadness that completely enchants me.

3 Doors Down - When You're Young
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j7h_b-YA5qM&list=UURxxOhTdsfA0hdvDG9Tb0HA&index=2&feature=plcp

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