I know it's been a while since I've blogged, so I'm randomly writing this because I feel indebted to my followers :P
I was reading my friends' blogs earlier. The thing is...reading theirs felt like I have the experience of a toddler. They've been through backstabbing, break-ups, heartbreaks. They've been cheated on, treated like an option, separated from their loved ones. Me...I haven't really been through anything. Not that I'm complaining, but I felt that among all, I'm the immature one. Since experience make people mature. People face problems and get hurt but all I do around at home is fangirling -.-' I know that it's a blessing that these things don't happen to me, but...I don't know. Maybe you understand how I feel. Or maybe you don't. It depends.
Sometimes I wish I have a special story to share, something I've kept to myself. Like how perfect my first kiss was, or how I'll always remember my first love, or how painful it was to let go of someone I love, or how wonderful it feels to be in someone's arms. But I've never been through any of these, so I have nothing to say, nothing to tell.
I just hope I'm not the only who feels this. Lack of experience. Stupid, I know, of all things to feel. And yes, immature.
Just saying. Hehehe. Bye folks :)
