There are days when I want to give up this blog! Those "one fine days" and when you read your blog, it actually gets you down again. For the simple reason that, it became a rant area.
Writing has always been an outlet. And, I think it will always be. It was actually a first love. Back to the days when I write for the school paper (Filipino section hahaha). I express more when I write that's why a concerned friend asked how come I am willing to share these stories, these feeling with other people.
I just want to. I guess. I have always been shy, I am not the type to mingle on our first meeting. I will probably stand there, aloof, wondering if you're all thinking that I am mataray hahaha I just can't helped it. Sometimes if I am not with a friend, I would rather stay at home.
This blog makes me happy. This blog is my duct when tears can't seem to flow. Or, my album to keep my memories. It has become a diary of some sort. I just hope it doesn't crash on me.
Writing has always been an outlet. And, I think it will always be. It was actually a first love. Back to the days when I write for the school paper (Filipino section hahaha). I express more when I write that's why a concerned friend asked how come I am willing to share these stories, these feeling with other people.
I just want to. I guess. I have always been shy, I am not the type to mingle on our first meeting. I will probably stand there, aloof, wondering if you're all thinking that I am mataray hahaha I just can't helped it. Sometimes if I am not with a friend, I would rather stay at home.
This blog makes me happy. This blog is my duct when tears can't seem to flow. Or, my album to keep my memories. It has become a diary of some sort. I just hope it doesn't crash on me.
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