(some teenage angst. wrote this in some random scrap of paper a week ago. i got surprised myself when i read this. seems like i get so over-the-top when my emotions take over)

Life sucks. Just when you thought you've done the sweetest act of revenge, the goddess of fate suddenly turns her back and laughs at you contemptuously. If there's anything recent that I've learned, it's that you may plan and plan but things won't turn out exactly as you hoped they would.

If that is the case, what then is the sense of planning, hoping or dreaming? Some things that come to mind: thinking keeps our minds occupied, and gives the illusion of control as well. These two things seem to apply in my case. I love the process of planning but I often become frustrated because of my inability to carry out these things. The same is true when I expect. It's so frustrating because more often than not, I just get disappointed.

P.S. I noticed that I only blog when a) I have problems or b) when I get inexplicably happy. Because the latter doesn't happen very often, this blog gets filled with negativity. A random site visitor would probably that I'm a hopeless, miserable creature. Not that I care, but I think that blogging about pretty, pleasant things in my life from now on won't really hurt. :p