Sometimes I just need somewhere to express my crazy idea.
But actually that's really dangerous.
Many have known you in the real life including your parents and relatives,
whom you do not want to know your very clear details about the vunerable emotion.
I don't really need anybody to read it but I must tell my ideas to the world so I blog.
One of my friends told me about her idea of blog:
"It's an emergency exit for you to escape from real world,
but once you get used of it, you would be addict to it."
That's true and it was definitely what had had happened to me.

I am addict to writing in my computer and publishing it through internet easily just by clicking on the keyboard.
That's really a good feeling. 
You tell the world what do you feel of it but you do not necessarily worry about other people to real it-
even if a random body happened to see it, who cares?
He/she doesn't know your names, your personality and your childhood.
They don't really care of what you have written because they're only random guys.
Their appearance is just a stochastic process or more exactly Brownian motion or Wiener process-
this kind of appearance just happened by chance-
they are i.i.d events.

As the world do not care me so why should I care this cold-blooded world?
I am cool on nearly everything.
Even somebody quite close died I would never tear.
I must be too cool to feel the warms from the outwards-
but I like it.
Who doesn't?

You have none to care so that the tragedy from the real world such as death or failure of some else would never hurt you-
the only thing may affect is just what happened on yourself.
Okay.
This personality must be called selfish from someone who thought themselves to have so-called noble hearts-
anyway, I just ignored it.
The noble hearts are so irreality stuff.

I must finish now because the more I have said the more I want to say.
That's not good for you to find yourselves to have to depend on something else you could not control.

End.