I long to be on the pier overlooking Lower Manhattan right at this moment. Once I had a dream similar to this. It was beautiful. When my eyes opened to the morning light, I blinked several times. Then I realized I was blinking at reality, nowhere could my life be as glorious as in my dreams. When I sat up in my bed, I was filled with this kind of yearn -- a kind of longing I would rather keep to myself. This secret, it comes haunting me every now and then. Sometimes subconsciously when I'm sleeping, but most of the time voluntarily when I'm daydreaming.
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I actually miss what I used to write on this blog. But the thing is, it was too personal. I was letting random people from all around the world (the united states, russia, pakistan??) read some very private stuff about me. Really, really private actually. I remember there was this sort of 'an unopened letter to the world' thing going on for awhile, except that it wasn't written to the world. It was written for someone who I thought I was in "love" with, but turns out I wasn't actually. It was kind of pathetic, really. Anyways, moving on.I'm currently on my two weeks winter break. I might start writing again, as to fill in the gaps of how to spend my holidays...we'll see.
