I was backdating on the posts of January and February of 2010 and I realised how enthusiastic I used to be when it came to posting. Maybe I should try doing that more often. Maybe I should start today.

Oh you see, this is the Tumblr effect. All other long, whiny, happy posts become sort-of irrelevant from then on because your life is so limited to the things that 'matter'. And besides, I kind of find some fun in whining about my emotional problems here because anywhere else would be a place I'd be seen as an emo kid.

Okay none of that anymore. I need to sound happier. I can't imagine that though.

Well, skipping to life, today's the second day of Lunar New Year. My parents have got absolutely nothing planned so this is my life :( I really wouldn't mind rn if someone called me and wanted to visit because I asked my dad yesterday and he said there was gonna be nothing on today (or he 'didn't know' which counts as nothing for the moment) so I don't really want to be stuck at home dying of 1. boredom and 2. doing too much homework. I guess I honestly wouldn't mind going out either :> Yesterday wasn't any much fun, either. It's kind of hard enjoying these kind of things when you grow into your teenage years. It's like there's nothing much left to enjoy anymore so you just go along with everything. Truthfully, it didn't even feel like new year to me. Every year is just getting more quiet. My uncle's house wasn't even half full yesterday in the evening, which it wouldn't have been last year :( I miss those times albeit I was totally invisible but at least people were there to make it more entertaining and a whole lot less empty for other people, if not me. Oh well, that's life.
I remember how I used to enthusiastically post pictures about my life but now I realised no one would care either way so I just decided I'd rather not unless it was a 'Top 10' post or something :>

Oh well, if there's nothing else, I gotta get started 1. washing up, 2. on homework, 3. thinking of something to do. #storyofmylife
Till anything else, xx.

the bolts are loose; do you actually think of me and my importance anymore? Does it even matter to you anymore? If I left one day?