It's so hard to really blog nowadays. You can't really express what you feel AT ALL. I can't write what i want to bitch about someone, and even if i do. The maximum extent is bitch bitch bitch but don't show the name, but...if that fuck face comes and read it, he/she will know that we're rocketing them. Then it becomes a triad war where some friends take your side or go agaisnt you for whatever you said. BOOM, big bang. So what's the point of an internet diary when i can or am ONLY binded to writing my funny or happy moments. What happens to all my not so great moments? Evaporate into thin air. A diary is for us to read back whatever happened before and reminisce about the old times regardless good or bad and have a laugh at it (which i usually do perhaps every 6 months). So when we can't vent our fustrations over the internet diary, what do we do? We go home angry and start picking on our family members over the slightest thing because you're all heated up. Time and again, it turns out that your family gets what the fuck face (person you wanna bitch about) deserves. So is it worth it to mete out punishment to your younger brothers (younger easier to bully) instead of the fuck faces? NO, so i'm going to just bash my head against the wall and make holes in them to realease the fumes/steams boiling in my head. But just to make myself feel at ease, i have to again say, "shake this" (holds my dick).