Give me needy emotional whining bullshit.

"Give me needy emotional whining bullshit. Flash. Give me self-absorbed egocentric twaddle."

This blog is merely to appease my dear friend Joao and his incessant appetite to know what goes on in my day to day life. Some would consider this a mild form of stalking. I find it moderatley sweet.

I can tell you write now that this will be where my dams break. I can tell you right now, staring at this very white computer screen with nothing but a few sentences typed up, that this is where I'm going to spill every thought and every emotion that bubbles up in my chest. Every miserable emotion, every vile thought that wraps steel cables around my lungs and claspes iron fingers around my brain is going to end up right here on this stretch of white virtual page.

Call it attention seeking. Call it self-pity. Call it pathetic. Bitching. Whining. Ungrateful.

I am not seeking attention, but you are welcome to give it to me. I am not in the habit of throwing solo pity parties, but this is where those rare moments will shine like Bruce Willis's head. This is bitching, this is whining, this will be considered ungrateful by many because my life isn't terrible. My life has been deprived of a dark, shadowy past. And I apologize for being unhappy, anyway.

This isn't for you, if there is anyone reading this. This is for me. It's selfish. I'm not too sorry.