Me

Today I am 19 years old, and I have decided to write on a journal again.

I am making use of the wonders of technology and deciding to once again do something about my lack of writing. I have noticed in the past few months that my mind has shrivelled up like a dried fig, and I have trouble finding the right words whenever I try to express myself. So I'm doing something about it: from now on, I will once again get back to the rigors of writing, and I'm doing it in a private online journal of sorts so that nobody can read the shit that goes on in my head.

The last time I committed myself to constantly writing about my everyday life was when I was 15 or 16 years old. Since then, I've only been tweeting on my private Twitter and sending myself emails whenever I feel like ranting about the world. As you can see, there really wasn't a space for me to write coherently about my thoughts since I didn't feel accountable to an imaginary reader. I know that this has led to the deterioration of my supposed "talent" and I feel sad about it, so hopefully I can get back to being as talkative as I used to be before. Even typing up this post feels like such a chore because I haven't really been practicing in the past 10 months of my first year in college. I wonder how I got through all my academic papers by just shitting on every sentence and masking my self-loathing for "being busy." Hehe!