Reading is the best thing ever. Well, one of the best things at least. Once you pick up a book and start reading, you enter this whole new realm; you forget where you are or who you’re with, and all you can focus on are the words on the pages in front of you. Continue reading
Sometimes writing can be a struggle. At least that’s what I tell myself when I can’t think of anything, but that is completely false. I mean look at how easily I’m writing right now. It might seem to me like I’ve got nothing to write about, or that my mind is completely empty, but in reality, it’s all just psychological. Once I put my pen down on paper and just start writing, there’s no stopping me. It’s the best feeling honestly, just writing out my thoughts and the first things that come to mind, nonstop. Continue reading
Sometimes you feel out of place, like you don’t belong. At home, at school, or wherever it may be. You’re surrounded by people who know you so well, yet they don’t know you at all. Sometimes you can even feel like a stranger in your own home. And even though you have so many friends, you’ll still feel like you have no one. You might feel very afraid, but you feel like you have no one to reach out to. Sometimes you feel like you’re all alone, sometimes you’ll feel sad. Sometimes you’ll feel like you’re never good enough, other times you’ll go mad. But all along you know that deep inside, you’re stronger than ever before. So once again you pick yourself up and put on a smile, telling yourself that nothing can bring you down.
Thankfully I have you.
Sometimes I just stare at a blank screen or sheet of paper, wanting nothing more than to write, but the words fail to find their way out of my head. They just linger there, unable to put themselves together to form even the simplest of sentences. Times like these are often very frustrating, and sometimes it gets me mad. My mind feels as blank as the paper I am looking at, yet in reality, it’s the exact opposite of that. There’s nothing I can do really, except to start writing something, anything, in hopes that I no longer have to stare at a sheet that’s so painfully empty. Part of what I write might not make sense, but I believe that the rest of it does. Sometimes I write poems, other times I write what I feel. Most times I just ramble, but what I write is real. I’ll go on and on about stuff that is pointless, things that no one even cares about, but I know that out of billions, there is at least one other person who knows this feeling all too well. I write my last sentence and look once again, this time satisfied as I see the sheet that was once so irritatingly clean, now covered in words.
Just a little something to clear my head.
I’m sure everyone has been asked this question at least once if not more, and they’ve all answered it differently. Would you change the past if you could? Well, this is my answer. Continue reading
Hey you guys! It’s been a while, I know. I have been busy recently and I will be for a while, perhaps the next two months, so bear with me if I don’t post often.
Studies aren’t exactly on my side, and I have just the month of April to change that. Just a fair warning that I’ll be a inactive most of this month and the next because exams, yaay. But on the brighter side of things, I do have (kinda yet not so) big plans for after my exams are over. For the blog of course. Anyways. Here’s a pretty picture (at least to me) cuz whyy nottt.
Hey, you guys. This post was very spontaneous and unplanned, but anyways. This is kinda like a “thank you” post? Well, not exactly but still. There are a few things that need to be said and put out there, so here goes nothing.
First, I want to thank everyone who broke me in the past, because they’ve made be stronger. So shoutout to you guys. Okay, guys honestly, I have so much to say but I really don’t know how to put it into words. I might not even post this but eh.
There have been loaaaaads of people who have come into my life, but only a few have stayed. Those few people mean so much to me, and I love them to pieces. And the rest of them? They’re irrelevant. Sure we had had good times, but that’s where it ends. Those people were toxic, they made me question my own sanity. Also, most of them left in the midst of amazing friendships. I waited so long for answers, but let me tell you a thing. It’s pointless. Don’t waste your time, take my word for it. Don’t go looking for answers, don’t go wishing you could turn back time. It’s malarkey.
But despite all the darkness, if we hadn’t crossed paths, I wouldn’t have grown as a person and I wouldn’t be where I am now. Everything happens for a reason, right? I believe in that so strongly. I’m really happy with how far I’ve come, and I’m so grateful to have amazing people by my side. A piece of advice? Don’t waste your time on stuff that won’t matter as time passes. Instead, take that time that you would waste sulking, and put it into doing you. Look after yourself and your health. Love yourself, and alwaysss put yourself before anything else. Nothing else really matters, trust me.
I would once give everything for those peeps, but now I’m really thankful that they are no longer in my life. We’re better off as strangers. I wish them well.