Just the other day i stumbled across a blog aggregating site that categorised blogs in the Australian blogosphere. And there i found my blog listed under "Woes". Presumptious perhaps, but considering the fact that my blog is the only channel where i consult to unleash my grievances, it inadvertently presents itself like a blizzard of my unhappiness and gripe. An unintentional anthology of the negative. This was never intended to represent my emotional dichotomy.
So it has been a few months since my last post and i am back because i am unhappy. Unhappy enough to inspire myself to pen and articulate my thoughts and musings.
I have been on this path for a couple of years now and although i have established inroads on one aspect, the other is nothing but a stronghold of disappointment and dejection. It is bewildering. Why is it that i place so much hope in this ever materialising? Why is it that of the myriad of things to be happy and contended for, am i such an unhappy person when this becomes a subject of conversation? And of all my friends who are there to support and console me, i still keep the majority of my problems to myself, wrenching my heart out in the confines of my room. And then reappearing under a facade that parlays someone who hasn't got a problem in the world.
Whoever said to "love as if you have never been hurt" was an absolute moron.