Hi! That's right, Fate is me! I wish to tell my stories and share my interest in books, movies, and TV shows.
To deal with daily basis struggle, it is common knowledge to slow down and spend some time in a space reserved for self-expression. A catharsis, one of my lecturers once told me. Reading books was my emergency light back then. Drawing had always been a constant lifeline before. The last weapon I got, although I might not be very fluent at holding it, is writing. Believe me, when I said if you lost those little rescue boats, you lost a part of yourself as well. It turns out being disoriented and drifting around is not much of a party.
Once upon a time, I started this blog as a compulsory assignment for my computer class back in middle school. But I abandon this platform, much like any other people who left Facebook because it keeps digging the past posts that they voluntarily kept buried. Long story short, the current me thinks that coming back to this platform is a necessity. Emotionally. Mentally. Psychologically.
Thinking of how other people would read all my mumbo jumbo actually made me shudder. After all, again, I was still in my early adolescence, packed full of its cringe-worthy naivetés. But as I put things in retrospect, what is so wrong with being a carefree slightly-foolish teenager who almost absent-mindedly expresses herself? By dusting this long-abandoned platform, I wish that I could reclaim myself through reclaiming my old rescue boats. After all, I am the one who needs to properly give pennies for my own thoughts. If writing could do the trick, then yo-ho-ho and the bottle of rum, the vast sea of words, here I come!
To deal with daily basis struggle, it is common knowledge to slow down and spend some time in a space reserved for self-expression. A catharsis, one of my lecturers once told me. Reading books was my emergency light back then. Drawing had always been a constant lifeline before. The last weapon I got, although I might not be very fluent at holding it, is writing. Believe me, when I said if you lost those little rescue boats, you lost a part of yourself as well. It turns out being disoriented and drifting around is not much of a party.
Once upon a time, I started this blog as a compulsory assignment for my computer class back in middle school. But I abandon this platform, much like any other people who left Facebook because it keeps digging the past posts that they voluntarily kept buried. Long story short, the current me thinks that coming back to this platform is a necessity. Emotionally. Mentally. Psychologically.
Thinking of how other people would read all my mumbo jumbo actually made me shudder. After all, again, I was still in my early adolescence, packed full of its cringe-worthy naivetés. But as I put things in retrospect, what is so wrong with being a carefree slightly-foolish teenager who almost absent-mindedly expresses herself? By dusting this long-abandoned platform, I wish that I could reclaim myself through reclaiming my old rescue boats. After all, I am the one who needs to properly give pennies for my own thoughts. If writing could do the trick, then yo-ho-ho and the bottle of rum, the vast sea of words, here I come!
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