Okay.

Here I go again. Ranting about my brilliant life, pissed off at my magnificent family, knowing exactly where I want to be but having absolutely no idea how to get there... Oh, and lonely.
Once again I'm stuck in the middle. But I'm too used to that to care. What's on  my mind now is how all this will pan out. I'm hitting Lagos next week, and of course I'm supposed to pack up Harrods and distribute it. I won't even take more than one suitcase. My gifts are already planned. Small things, but I hope they'll be appreciated. I don't know why that's bothering me, but I really do hope the people I give things to appreciate them. I'm just a bit too sensitive for my own good, and it's not as if I'm a particularly nice person.
Okay that's that part done, what next. My life has been pretty boring recently. I just can't wait to hit Lagos and destroy microphones left right and centre. That's why I'm really coming. NYSC can kiss my tiny ass. That is all.

What Am I Doing Wrong?

This will be where I vent, or exult, in life, the universe, and everything. And this is my first post on this. It might be an interesting read, but I'd like to limit it's readership.That's an odd thing to want in a blog, but as I said, I'm just venting. I might say a number of things which, in hindsight, I'll realise I shouldn't. But I should be allowed to be spontaneous and irresponsible once in a while.
So this is my first entry. And I'm venting. I'm upset. I'm caught in the middle of a 3-nation cold war and I can't stand it. Runaway? No. But I can't quite stay either. Thankfully I'm leaving here in a bit, and when I get back, the instigator of all these battles will leave for a longer bit. So I guess I'll be okay. At least for the time being.
But that's not the reason why I decided to create this blog. That was because I need to discover why I am so bloody poor at holding down relationships! I like a girl, she doesn't like me... Or vice versa. And on the rare occasion where we're both head over heels in love, something happens and I'm told it's my fault, though I can't for the life of me tell you what it is I've ever done that would make someone decide I'm not worth going out with any more... But then again, what do I know...? I could've assassinated presidents in my sleep for all I know. I could be a soviet sleeper agent (wouldn't that be cool?)
Anyway I think I'll stop here... Feel free to comment and diss me if you feel the urge.
Yours sincerely,
The boy with too much heart.

PS
I love you if you're female. Ask me out.