Welcome. This is my blog in which you are going to be hit with shitloads of things.
There. Now that that's settled, let's get going.
I'm super paranoid. This probably comes from watching too much crime shows and being with even other paranoid people. When I say paranoid, I don't just mean someone who worries about what grade they would get and whether so and so likes them. I mean someone whose thoughts are constantly being eroded by the world's end.
I'm serious.
I'm constantly thinking whether that person opposite me on the train is going to attack me, whether my best friend is going to die, whether I'll be robbed when I get back. While I wouldn't go to say that it is a problem, it is a mildish problem.
The other day, my mum went out for something or the other and told me she'll be back in an hour. She came 15 minutes later, and within that time I had worked up so many theories on why she was late, I had worked myself up into a frenzy. I stay up late imagining worst case scenarios and then cry about it.
Oh hell, just re-read this and realized how depressing it sounds. I'M QUITE CHEERFUL, I SWEAR.
Well, that's me for you
I think having a blunt first post is good-ish. I mean, you'll get people who are willing to read and criticize, but then you put of anybody who isn't. Sad but true.
This blog will basically contain the musings of a person who was insipired to write a blog, but can't write.
It may have poems, broken bits of my songs, maybe a picture, maybe a rant, maybe a recipe, maybe a story, maybe my thoughts, maybe a secret reveal.
I do have a Sparkblog which no-one reads.
There. Now that that's settled, let's get going.
I'm super paranoid. This probably comes from watching too much crime shows and being with even other paranoid people. When I say paranoid, I don't just mean someone who worries about what grade they would get and whether so and so likes them. I mean someone whose thoughts are constantly being eroded by the world's end.
I'm serious.
I'm constantly thinking whether that person opposite me on the train is going to attack me, whether my best friend is going to die, whether I'll be robbed when I get back. While I wouldn't go to say that it is a problem, it is a mildish problem.
The other day, my mum went out for something or the other and told me she'll be back in an hour. She came 15 minutes later, and within that time I had worked up so many theories on why she was late, I had worked myself up into a frenzy. I stay up late imagining worst case scenarios and then cry about it.
Oh hell, just re-read this and realized how depressing it sounds. I'M QUITE CHEERFUL, I SWEAR.
Well, that's me for you
I think having a blunt first post is good-ish. I mean, you'll get people who are willing to read and criticize, but then you put of anybody who isn't. Sad but true.
This blog will basically contain the musings of a person who was insipired to write a blog, but can't write.
It may have poems, broken bits of my songs, maybe a picture, maybe a rant, maybe a recipe, maybe a story, maybe my thoughts, maybe a secret reveal.
I do have a Sparkblog which no-one reads.
Give it a go. If you want. I mean, who am I to tell you, AMIRITE?
Tumblr.. Fair warning, I'm a fangirl newb. First 50 followers get a follow back.
Pinterest Sorry, no such follower deal. However I'm very proud of my boards. This also gets daily-ish update. Ish.
Don't expect me to be regular. I'm in highschool and have y'know, things to do. But once in 2 weeks is a promise. I swear. Maybe. DON'T JUDGE MEH
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