hi!
uhm.. well.. i don't know where to start. it's been so long since the last time i write. it did take a long time for me to write again.
if i had to put it into words, i'd say..
writing doesn't spark joy anymore.
i don't know what happened actually. maybe it's just.. writing was something i did out of habit. when something came up, i used to write it down on my diary. i believe memories last longer if you write them down. i guarantee you that is 100% true. when i read about a certain moment from my diary, the picture is still crystal clear in my head. it feels like i travel back to the past. it feels so real. i love reminiscing the good old days. i love nostalgia.
as much as i love reminiscing the good old days, the bad memories stayed too. but i actually don't mind. i cherish all the memories: the good and bad ones. they shape me into the person i am today. they show me how much of a better person i become today. they are an inseparable part of my journey.
this blog was my safe place. i'd write everything that i wanted, everything that crossed my mind. but when i read my old posts, they got me wondering "who is she??? where did she go???" because it didn't feel like me lol
i still casually write a super long caption on my private instagram account. just like any other days when i tell people about how my days go, but it's more private.
i want to keep doing what i did back in middle school. writing, writing, and keep writing to express myself. here. nothing private, nothing personal.
will i make it? well let's see😁🙏🏻
hi!
uhm.. well.. i don't know where to start. it's been so long since the last time i write. it did take a long time for me to write again.
if i had to put it into words, i'd say..
writing doesn't spark joy anymore.
i don't know what happened actually. maybe it's just.. writing was something i did out of habit. when something came up, i used to write it down on my diary. i believe memories last longer if you write them down. i guarantee you that is 100% true. when i read about a certain moment from my diary, the picture is still crystal clear in my head. it feels like i travel back to the past. it feels so real. i love reminiscing the good old days. i love nostalgia.
as much as i love reminiscing the good old days, the bad memories stayed too. but i actually don't mind. i cherish all the memories: the good and bad ones. they shape me into the person i am today. they show me how much of a better person i become today. they are an inseparable part of my journey.
this blog was my safe place. i'd write everything that i wanted, everything that crossed my mind. but when i read my old posts, they got me wondering "who is she??? where did she go???" because it didn't feel like me lol
i still casually write a super long caption on my private instagram account. just like any other days when i tell people about how my days go, but it's more private.
i want to keep doing what i did back in middle school. writing, writing, and keep writing to express myself. here. nothing private, nothing personal.
will i make it? well let's see😁🙏🏻