Writing for a purpose can sometimes be the hardest thing; if I’m forced to write, the result would be a fully blank sheet of paper. But if I write just for the sake of holding a pen, I could get like ten billion words out. Is it just me or do other people feel that way?
Also, I feel like my previous blog posts have been the most random things ever and they’re mostly about writing, but eh. That’s what my blog is about after all – it’s what I think and how I feel. It’s a part of me. It even says right there on the top that this blog is a teeny tiny glance into my mind. A mind that never stops learning and exploring, a very very curious mind at that.
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.
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.
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.
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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.