Drifts and Drags: Echo of Silence

I'm not speaking about racing. I'm talking about the words that represent the stresses in life. Just recently, while the semester is going midway, I've seen a lot of my friends bringing the habit of updating their blogs. Your blog can be anything, funny stories, unforgettable experiences, daily diary, or as a medium for your drifts and drags. Yeah, a space for emptiness, to fill the void that's consuming you. I dunno, but I think its just the effect of college life at its peak. Most of my friends are using their blog to put things they want to shout to the wind; or rather whisper to those who have the ear to listen. They seem seeking for empathy by giving their innermost thoughts to the anonymous public. Consciously, they didn't expect a response from anyone. But subconsciously, the need of comfort is somewhat advertised through their blogs. A campaign for sympathy.

Me? Am I pretending? As if I was doing fine? As if nothing is going wrong? As if I didn't need any medium to channel my frustrations in life? Maybe so. My capacitance towards negative charges in life is very high. I feel more peaceful if I keep serious things to myself. It makes me uneasy knowing that someone is seeing my dreads. I'm alright being not-so-serious. Being carefree, in front of my friends. But inevitably, I find myself submerged in deep thought everytime I walk alone. So deep that I couldn't see what I am really thinking of.

I'm trying not to be good in drifting and keeping the drag to its minimum (as much as possible). Again, I'm not talking about cars.