#2

 

Hi, me again. 

I think from my first post, it got me in the groove to keep writing. I have never been a good writer, though. In secondary school, I received extra lessons in English to help with my sentence structure (for some reason I could not figure out how to write in past and present tenses), but when I was little, I would always ask for notebooks and pens so I could pretend to be an author and write my own stories.

Please don't ask what the stories were about; they were probably romantic ones. Ones where she would always find her person, who would run off with Prince Charming or fall for her first love. I think that's the reason my bookshelf is mainly contemporary romance. My fiancé always laughs at me for reading those sorts of books and would call it 'soft porn.' I, on the other hand, would thoroughly enjoy them. 

I feel like tonight I am brain dumping, and you know what? I am actually enjoying it. I have always wanted to start a blog, so here I am, at 5 past 11 at night, all cosied up in bed with countless amounts of pillows behind me in a matching pj set with my laptop on my lap (sorry, just setting the scene). 

Typing this on a computer has made me realise that I never actually talk about myself, my story, and how I ended up here. Maybe I do, to an extent—I love talking, but it's usually about rubbish that is just made to fill silence. No real deep, meaningful chats. I think in life, no one has time to spend hours talking to someone about their trauma, upbringing, or happiness. In everyday life, you just say you're doing well and move on. But this is what this blog is for: to demonstrate that life throws their hurdles; you just have to keep jumping so you don't fall.

Anyway, I'm tired now, but I really enjoyed this. I'll talk again soon. 

Wonderful life