My Life

When people ask you to say something about yourself, where do you start? This has always been my problem. Sometimes, I'm torn between saying the things I think they're expecting to hear from me and saying the things that matter most to me. But then, that is yet another problem. What matters most to me?

I just turned 25. And quite frankly, I've been under a lot of stress since the beginning of the year. I think this is what they call quarter-life crisis. To start off, I resigned from my relatively stable and high-paying job to pursue my greatest passion. Then there's the need to adjust to a new living arrangement and coping with financial issues. I sometimes feel that way too much is happening to me all at the same time -- maybe too much than what I can handle. I don't know. Eveytime somebody asks me how my life is, my standard answer is that I'm happy with a lot of stuff, pissed with a lot of stuff -- that I don't know which outweighs which. But hey, does it really matter?

A friend of mine recently contacted me because of some heart problems, and a total stranger who chanced upon my blog did the same thing. I've always loved giving unsolicited advices. More often than not, I'm a major bitch when it comes to giving advices, but I guess that's just my way of showing people how life happens. Life can't always be peachy. In fact, maybe life is indeed a bitch. It's up to us how we'll make the most out of it.

Sharing myself to other people through my bitchiness somehow made me realize that maybe there's a reason why I am the way I am. Funny, but maybe being |BadGirl`JeL| is my way of contributing to the world. After all, if not for bitches like me, the good, kind-hearted people out there wouldn't be recognized as such. Plus, don't get me wrong, I am not entirely evil... I'm just "not very nice." Those are two entirely different things.