Who (else) is me?

I'm facing the someone-else-is-living-my-life syndrom... Again... I've been exercising my voyeurstic part for some time now. Browsing different blogs, getting "to know" intimately unkonwn figures on the Internet, and spying on known ones also.
This search for I-don't-know-what, coincides with an advice to help me quit smoking: join the forums, share your experience with others, and who knows, maybe you'll find people going through worse than you. Is this what I'm doing? Searching for someone going through worse than me? Am I doing that bad? I don't think so... It's just the curiosity to insinuate myself in someone else's life and thoughts without showing my presence.
My emo self always imagined than my thoughts, my hopes and dreams are so unique and so unreachable. The truth is I found so many people living my life, sharing most of this supposedly unique me. The dissapointment was to acknolwledge that these other selfs I discoverd, found their hapiness is all those little things that make one smile (and that I share with them). When did I give up those? When did I become :| instead of always :) ? And more important, who else is living my life? I want to know you people!

Café au Lait

I love Coffee!

I fell in love with coffee during the happy time of my life when my biggest problem was tomorrow's exam.

Ever since we've been best buddies – in mornings and in evenings, in leisure and at work, by need and also pleasure and no milk or sugar to do as apart.

Black coffee - plain and simple. Always loved it like this: raw, strong, sometimes rough, feel its taste long after the last zip. People never understood (except for a few some).

My new best friend is now la fameuse “café au lait”. It appears that coffee – just as my life – I no longer like without faking it somehow.

Random

I think it's time to let some of all those things that torment me, out. So many unspoken words, so many dead thoughts...so much forgotten, thus thrown.
Maybe them thoughts will become more real, once written on this new-age piece of paper.
And who knows, one day I might even laugh thinking of the old Me.

Keep in mind you Me, that all of what's to come is for you and you only. Good luck blogging!