Just like how I've been doing things over the past two decades of my life, I've decided to revamp my blog simply because I had the feels to. And I found this, buried deep in my drafts. Written on Apr 12, 2018.
So I'm publishing it now, just to keep track of what kind of person I was two years back (and what sort of cringey writing/thoughts I had as a twenty-three year old). God knows when I'd revisit my blog again.
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As a result, I've been living a very tiring life, placing others before myself. Their preferences over my mine.
This could also be another reason why I've stopped coming over. Will it sound too cringey? What if people judge my thoughts and writing? Every social media platform that pops up in my mind as an option to vent my emotions slowly gets crossed out. Twitter? I'll be annoying my followers. Instagram? I'll appear to be like one of those kids who are baiting for caring comments. Messaging app statuses? Look, she's acting up again.
I don't know, there's just this stigma about people expressing their sadness on their social media accounts. Somehow it is more preferred for people to be posting about happy stuff.
When the fact is, people are usually too bothered with their own problems to be judging.
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