Requiem

Many of you know me as the quiet guy: the guy who sat back and simply watched all the action take place. "He was always smiling but I didn't know if it was with us". Many of you know me as the serious guy: the guy who never laughed or never really went along with the crowd and laughed with everybody. Many of you even know me as the funny guy: the guy who'll always cheer you up, who'll never turn off and completely barrage you with jokes. "He's never serious". I wish I could tell you which of these three masks is my true face, but I can't. I honestly don't know who I am. This is exactly why I started this blog. Normally I'll write in a journal so that I can figure some things out for myself, but lately I find that it's best if I let people in once in a while. In a way, this is therapy. I write my thoughts, and you'll slowly figure out why I act the way I do and how I get through the day whilst maintaining what one may consider "sanity". Until you figure that out, consider this a eulogy for what was once my mind. Prepare to read things you'd never even think would cross my mind. For the most part, I hope you'll laugh at my cynical commentaries on life and humorous observations I have on the most esoteric of subjects. Maybe you'll sympathize with my vengeful outlook on the things I find annoying and superficial. And there are other things which I hope you dont take the wrong way...I tend to write very lugubriously and some people have went as far to think I was suicidal. I'm not. Just to reassure you, I'm incredibly against acts such suicide. I honestly don't know what I'll post. Then again, isn't that the thrill we all strive for in order to find excitement...the unknown?

Read on my brothers and sisters...and welcome to the sick sad world that is my mind.