When it comes to feelings

I'm almost scared and frightened to write what I'm about to write. Because when it comes to feelings, you never know what the reader's gonna do, especially on a blog, where it can be anyone (your father, as well as the girl you had a crush on in 3rd grade).
"They call it mission statement. Not a memo. A mission statement", and unfortunately the only person whom ..ehm..I know to have put down such things in this way was the 1996 fiction sport agent Jerry Maguire, impersonated by Tom Cruise in the Cameron Crowe's movie. And everyone knows how it ended. Jerry was fired and had to start all over again.
Ok, here's my mission statement: probably, BILLY JOEL WAS NOT SO BAD. Or better: what about that Christopher Cross? He might've had just one good shot, back in 1980's, with the "Arthur's" theme, but why shouldn't I give him a chance? Just because I got a rucksack pretentiously named "The Libertines" after the graffiti on it? As I already mentioned, it's not easy living on your own, in a strange town such as London. Many tough times to be faced, and many dull moments. Struggling not to drown, not to collapse under the weight of responsibilities. You're alone, you're this, you're that..ok ok I think all you guys got the picture (hey! and by the way this ain't a Charles Dickens' bloody carol..cut it out!). Music can be a soundtrack for quite all your best and worst moments, and I shouldn't be afraid (or ashamed) to try something else. Something new, or something old and left behind which turns out new. Sorry Johnny, this is the party of misery and you, you're unasked.