An obsession..

What exactly can you do when you're obsessed with something... or rather, someone.
I find I get addicted and obsessed with things quite easily, and that seems to transcend to people too. It's hard spending every waking moment thinking about someone. It's probably not a very healthy thing either.

But I can't help it. Every little thing that I see or do reminds me of her. The thought of her is eating me alive. I'd like to tell her how I feel... but I can't. That inability is eating away my very soul, making everything a sad and horrible mess. Nothing is as pleasant as it was before.

Maybe one day she'll know how she makes me feel...

When you meet someone...

Life becomes interesting when you meet someone who makes your heart fly. Someone who makes everything better, or worse, in just an instant. You view the world in a different perspective.
I'm a Paramore fan, the song "My Heart" spoke to me. I love the line "This heart, it beats, beats for only you. My heart is yours."
If the world could feel how I feel when I see you smile, the world would be a better place.

Forgotten.

So I've completely forgotten about this blog that I created a while back. I've managed to find it whilst looking through some blogspots in my history. Apparently the last post by me was in May, which was 5 months ago. Time really does fly.
I find it rather interesting. The hours just aren't as long as they used to be. It's as if my life is accelerating day by day. What is the meaning of life? What is our purpose here?
It also makes you wonder what happens after life itself. Is there a heaven and hell? Reincarnation? Maybe this is all like The Matrix, where this is all a dream. Reality is a dream.
Life is too short I figured. Too short to dwell on the simple meaningless issues that bug us. If there's anything that we want, we should just go for it. Ah but it is easier said than done sadly... Such a life philosophy is a good one though.

Alright so I've made one....

Alright, so I've made a blog. I have yet to decide what to do with it nor have I decided that I'll continue... not to mention I have no idea who the intended audience will be. Who CAN read this anyways? Guess I'll find out soon enough.

This seems like a valid excuse to procrastinate though. Everyone has their excuses I guess. Some people go out, some people go onto facebook, some people just find random activities to do. I'll blog. The typing on the keyboard makes it seem as if I'm working. It makes me look as if I'm concentrating too. I look productive :D at least until the point someone manages to sneak up behind me faster than I can change the window.