My sister read one of my old random writings, and suggested I should have a blog.
A blo- okay I should really stop typing this.
A blog is something I have always thought−and wanted−to have. A place to be artistic, real, and cathartic, all at the same time. Keeping things to myself isn’t really a trouble, but letting it out for the world to witness? There’s a different feeling of relief there. It’s some way of release that makes you feel like you’re telling your bestfriend your deepest secrets. I have considered the suggestion too, multiple times. But I know there are still things that I need to learn about composing and writing to make my entries “blog-worthy”. There are
some a LOT that still needs revising, especially in my way of writing. My sister even offered me to show one of her friend’s blog, so that I’ll find inspiration. But I refused, knowing to myself that I still need developing. And those changes I have to discover and develop by myself.
But a time will come, when it just feels like I need to broadcast this, and it will come. It will happen. Someday. Somehow. Next month. Next week. Tomorrow. Today. Tonight.