parts of a puzzle

why must there always be secrecy of information. there's so much i want to say...i just wanted to express how angry i am...how upset i am...about certain thing that is happening around me. yet, i have no one i can talk to about except my closest friend(s). and now i can't even blog about it here because some people might get offended with what i say. so what's the point of having a blog if i can't express myself, not even here? tell me now!?

fraction of thoughts:
# how friends became strangers...
# how once upon a time became meaningless...
# how the past haunts the present...or even the future...
# how someone trustworthy and respectable became someone worst than a piece of shit...
# how we are so near, yet so far...
# how a happy person became sad in just a blink of an eye
# how puppies can grrRr...
# how i feel tired even with sufficient sleep...

whatever!!! still no meaning of typing much if i can't write what i want to say...signing off...