Writing has helped me through my darkest times when I was too
embarrassed to ask for help. It was through writings that I was able to
built a bridge made of reckless and poisonous thoughts to a place that
brought me to the people who (used to be strangers then but) means a lot
to me now. I remember clicking the pages of my blog to the part where
I wrote a letter to the person I adore so much and shamelessly asked
her to read it. Little did I know, she fell in love with me through every
words written in fears and insecurities. And she managed to grabbed me
out of my dreadful thoughts and made me realized of so many things that I
should feel lucky for. She thinks that my deep passion about emotions
are rather fascinating than a burden for her to help with. My past
failures has brought me to a world full of hopes and chances. I miss
writing a lot of honest thoughts when I was in the state of being
depressed- falling off the cliff into a pool of negativity. But nothing
can ever compare to the feeling of being content towards everything. You
know, to wake up everyday expecting something great is about to happen,
to love what you're doing and doing what you love, to find peace when
you're alone, to feel someone's love when they're worried sick about
you...those kind of things that you'll tend to overlook when you're too
busy being a slave to your sad feelings.
However, I'm still grasping for inspirations to write down the way I feel right now because to me, writing anything that's related to happiness is pretty hard when you're used to being sad and depressed the whole time. I know I haven't been updating my blog as frequent as I used to but trust me, I've been meaning to find the right time and inspirations to do so. Still, I failed too many times. I realize that my love towards writings and the whole idea of blogging had never die. They just faded away but they're still there; holding a rebel inside of me trying to set free through the tips of my hand.
However, I'm still grasping for inspirations to write down the way I feel right now because to me, writing anything that's related to happiness is pretty hard when you're used to being sad and depressed the whole time. I know I haven't been updating my blog as frequent as I used to but trust me, I've been meaning to find the right time and inspirations to do so. Still, I failed too many times. I realize that my love towards writings and the whole idea of blogging had never die. They just faded away but they're still there; holding a rebel inside of me trying to set free through the tips of my hand.
# 04th aug-Mon.
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