Looking back at an old self
I miss blogging.
When I was a teenager, it was part of my life to blog. And not like Plurk/Twitter micro-blogging, but LOONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNG BLOGS. Blog entries were so long none of my friends wanted to read it (Well they would but still tell me it's long).
I miss letting out my sarcastic blogger side, who I feel over the years has died down when I put my virtual pen on hold. Why did I stop blogging? Looking back, I can't put the source of why I did it. Most likely this was caused when I was too busy to write...and those days it mattered if someone read it or not. People were too busy with their lives, and the last few days before my blogging stopped it was a dark time for me. That dark time is over...and I don't wish to go back.
There have been rare occasions I went back to my old accounts to read my old articles. It never fails to amuse me when I read the things I've said. Memories that have long been in hiding resurface and make themselves known. It's really the only way to prove that I've truly changed, and hopefully it's for the better. I kinda wish I had wrote letters to my future self, but most likely I'd get too impatient to wait years so this will have to do.
Hmm, but then again I do remember blogging for a small period back in college, after the supposedly dark phase had left me. I guess it wasn't anything memorable, for while there was also some form of drama, I was old enough to shrug it off or too lazy to write down my rage. It was on this blog, actually...and another one but the site died. (Along with my Blogger account, which contained a bulk of many many things of my life that I wish to remember, but no longer can)
I suppose the next question to ask would be, why here? It's actually pretty simple. This was the only place where I felt I could write anything and never have to worry about just anyone reading it. This account is hardly known or remembered by any, and I feel it's the only place I can go to just let my feelings out. A shallow reason could be because it just has the "blogging" feel to it...but to me it really does.
Not sure how long before I decide to log back here again. It doesn't really matter I guess.
When I was a teenager, it was part of my life to blog. And not like Plurk/Twitter micro-blogging, but LOONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNG BLOGS. Blog entries were so long none of my friends wanted to read it (Well they would but still tell me it's long).
I miss letting out my sarcastic blogger side, who I feel over the years has died down when I put my virtual pen on hold. Why did I stop blogging? Looking back, I can't put the source of why I did it. Most likely this was caused when I was too busy to write...and those days it mattered if someone read it or not. People were too busy with their lives, and the last few days before my blogging stopped it was a dark time for me. That dark time is over...and I don't wish to go back.
There have been rare occasions I went back to my old accounts to read my old articles. It never fails to amuse me when I read the things I've said. Memories that have long been in hiding resurface and make themselves known. It's really the only way to prove that I've truly changed, and hopefully it's for the better. I kinda wish I had wrote letters to my future self, but most likely I'd get too impatient to wait years so this will have to do.
Hmm, but then again I do remember blogging for a small period back in college, after the supposedly dark phase had left me. I guess it wasn't anything memorable, for while there was also some form of drama, I was old enough to shrug it off or too lazy to write down my rage. It was on this blog, actually...and another one but the site died. (Along with my Blogger account, which contained a bulk of many many things of my life that I wish to remember, but no longer can)
I suppose the next question to ask would be, why here? It's actually pretty simple. This was the only place where I felt I could write anything and never have to worry about just anyone reading it. This account is hardly known or remembered by any, and I feel it's the only place I can go to just let my feelings out. A shallow reason could be because it just has the "blogging" feel to it...but to me it really does.
Not sure how long before I decide to log back here again. It doesn't really matter I guess.