Every little detail seems to tick me off these days. Especially when it involves me blogging. If you hadn't already noticed, the number of (written) entries I post up have dipped tremendously. I seriously don't have the time.

I really don't get it. Why would I bother posting your photo or blog about you? The only people that have the honour of appearing in my blog happens to be people I actually like or extremely hate. People that actually impact my life in one way or another. People like my dumb bear and bff Priss (there are more of course).

Go through my achieves, how often (or ever) do I randomly post someone's photo? Do you really think I've nothing better to do with my time?

I may not be working full-time, but I still have to work. And I study as well if you've conveniently forgotten. Time is perhaps the thing I lack most. So no, I have better things to do in my life than edit photos of people and post them in my blog.

Let's get this straight. Princessa's Royal Diary is my royal diary. If you don't impact my life, don't expect to be seen in here. Even if you do somehow impact my life, you might not be seen in here. In conclusion, be honoured that you'd ever be seen in here.

Just because I'm a blogger doesn't naturally compute that I blog about every insignificant detail that passes my way. Do not compare me with the typical blogger. Do not compare me with anyone for that matter. You think you know, but clearly you do not.

The meaning behind the song "You Don't Own Me" by Leslie Gore is somewhat the message I'm trying to bring across here. Omit the unnecessary parts. Basically, "you don't own me" therefore "don't tell me what to do" or "what to say".

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