i hate it when people ask me what i study. teach me how to avoid that question please???

What Happened to Blogs?

What happened to blogs?

I still remember how hyped up blogs and bloggers were back in my high school days. Everyone was a blogger; people wrote and people read. People blogged about their miserable lives, people blogged about feelings, people blogged about poetry, people blogged about the places they've travelled, people blogged about fashion, people used to blog about everything.

And now, the trend has shifted. Everything is so fast paced now that no one is willing to read anymore. People need to see things moving so they became youtubers instead.

I have nothing against youtubers, I love them. But I'm just wondering what happened to all the bloggers that I once loved? I miss having new stories to read every week written by writers who are loved what they do. I miss having something to write too. I used to write a lot and although I was bad at it (and am still bad) but it definitely felt easier to turn my thoughts into words back then.

Going back.

So I guess I'm a pretty emotional person after all.



Despite having to go through some "rough" patches in life, I'm glad that I still have people that are able to stick around long enough. Thanks for growing with me, guys. Really appreciate it. These 10 days that I've spent back home has been stupidly emotional, haha. I DID NOT expect that. It just oddly reminds me of how I'll always have a place to fall back to and that there will always be people who are crazy enough to catch me. And I'm glad that I know that. We're not perfect - none of my friends or family are, but thank you.

Growing up.

Growing up to me means that:

You'll have your own decisions to make.\
You'll have to move to places where not everyone will be willing to accept you.
You'll have to pay your own bills.
You'll have to manage your own financial issues.
You'll have to find food to feed yourself.
You'll have to deal with real life misogynists.
You'll have to lose friendships that were once important to you.
You'll have to accept that the friendships that you have lost might never be able to come back.
You'll have to learn how to move on.

But growing up also means that:

You'll learn how much home actually means to you.
You'll learn how irrational your parents' love for you is.
You'll learn that what has already happened will stay in the past.
You'll learn that it is okay that heartbreaks happen from time to time.
You'll learn that your problems are actually pretty trivial.
You'll learn that every moment is fleeting.
You'll learn how to appreciate.
You'll also learn how to be more forgiving.

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we are not

you look into the mirror

and you see a face that's not yours

wanting to destroy what you see

with all your might

with full force

but within the million mirrors

that you have shattered with your bare hands

the only images you can see

are the broken reflections

so ugly

so awful

so monstrous

so much blood and gore

and then you wonder

when will it ever stop

don't we all

in some way

want to be

something that we are not

always striving to be better

always wanting to be good

always hoping for the best

when only

we are nothing

and we have nothing

because what we are right now

are just things

that we were once not.