Just.

As I sit here with a mug of steaming hot Milo as I typed baby steps out of my self imposed exile, it struck me how Milo had always offered me comfort, even though I really felt disdain towards Nestlé. Ah well, I guess I am quite a contradictory person. But of course, that is not the point of this entry.

What I really wanted to say is, I got tired of blogging and bloggers.

What is that, you say.  Aren’t you blogging right now.

No.

I am writing out my inner thoughts, not caring of an audience, its existence and its judgement. I am extending an online journal to a faceless stranger. No ads, no stats, no glory, no hits, no identity yet not deliberately anonymous  and honestly, I like it this way. It probably helps that not many know about this place too. The teeming masses (hah!) reading the other blog were starting to get to me.

I am that blogger who resists being a blogger and a wide readership. Like I said, I am quite a contradictory person. (Yes, the poor boyfriend)

Hollering out to an empty void and appreciating the lack of echoes. I guess I got tired of bloggers who blog a certain way to get a certain result but end up losing their inner voice along the way.

My voice will be hollering out noiselessly here.