Isn't it silly how I found myself re-reading my blog posts again? I don't think that I was that person who wrote it all. Yes, back then I really love reading and writing -not that it had stopped-. I even wrote a story on wattpad and found myself amused of my writing, but sadly I didn't continue the story. Not even publishing it. I just keep that little things about writing and stuff to myself. I am surprised, really.
After debating long enough, I decided to write again. If I have time too, of course. And maybe share some of it in here just like what I have done a couple of minutes ago.
Writing and reading help me so much to keep myself up. These two things help me pouring all my emotions out into some sentences. I can't help that my writing isn't that good, but you'll see a part of me through it and I think that is a good thing. To know more about me (I'm referring this sentence to myself).
Unfortunately, and as far as I know, I'm not the person who is good at showing emotions through actions, talks, and gestures. I hardly move when everyone is busy running. And I don't easily say what is going on in my mind. I simply just keep it all to myself until I'm full of it and reluctantly start asking someone for help. But writing; it saves me from drowning in the deep of my mind and helps me find the surface again.
And when I already wrote it, trust me I meant it and I sincerely meant it since I couldnot find my voice to utter the words.
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