100th journal entry. Yeah!!
I am now at a cafe in a mall. I just finished eating a shrimp-fry sandwich, a green tea dessert, and the coffee of the day. I feel I can come here and write in the morning everyday, like an old man, but I just don’t care.
This is my 100th journal entry. What do I feel now? I only know that I have developed a habit of writing everyday, and I feel writing is good for me to get all the junk out of my head. I can’t imagine a life without writing.
If a person does something out of fear, then fear is only part of a process to bring her light. But if a person avoids fear and only sees the bright side of life, then she is going to pay for her ignorance.
Sometimes I think I just want to be normal, but the fact is I will never be normal. The only possibility for me to be normal is probably when I am brain-dead. “I just want to fit in!”, the guy in “American Psycho” said. On second thought, I don’t think I should ever “try” to fit in.