I am having a very good time practicing my re-discovered writing skills. Yup. I lost it for awhile. Maybe when you know that you're not writing for yourself, this is what happens.
In my real blog, I wasnt writing from the heart. I was writing to please people. To make them believe I've got it going.
I mean, I know in myself, that I've got it going. I'm supposed to not need anyone to confirm it for me.
Our topic for today: What you discuss more about is your priority.
In my case. "Boys".
My friendship with L is found mainly on the subject previosuly indicated. Yup. Boys. Cute boys. Cute boys of all color, sizes, and ages... but more preferably cute boys aging 16-25, average to tall, skinny to buff, and dateable.
This "addiction" to boys is very unattractive. But well, what can I do? I'm hooked.
K, a friend, says that the first step to healing (any form of healing) is awareness.
The thing about this blog is, I can discuss the stuff I'm often scared of admitting to myself. More on that on the next entries.. but first things first.
I think about boys 24/7. It's rather exhausting. Totally not refreshing. One of the reasons I'm hanging on to Philosophy these days is because it's such a great change from my usual thoughts.
I. Am. Crazy.
There is no other way to put it.
I just want to get this over with. But sadly, this addiction has been 18 years in the making. So it's kinda difficult to just end it.
AND ironically, the reason I want to remove boycrazyness from my system is because boys dont find boy crazyness attractive.
Dare I say it again?
I. Am. Crazy.
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Less on
I plan on writing less about "boys" and "dating" in this blog. I mean, it's gonna make it so much boring, because romance, or perhaps the road to romance, is just a really juicy topic. So much more juicy than, say Philosophy. And life.
Sex just sells.
But, wtf. This is my blog. No one even reads it. So I can write whatever I want.
Sex just sells.
But, wtf. This is my blog. No one even reads it. So I can write whatever I want.
gossip
J is making me go to his condo unit for the morning.
Going to his condo means making out.
I'm 18 years old, I'm turning 19 on September, I've been boyfriend-less for 6 months. My sexual needs are totally unquenched for, say, 4 months. More than a hundred days. Its not a big deal, I know, especially when I write it in this light.
Going to his condo and making out and "more" (whatever that means) is no big deal.
I mean, well, if you're a cool person, it's not a big deal. But I'm not that cool! If cool means making out (again) with a manwhore who's in a two-year relationship, then forget it.
And by the way, very unfortunately, I was raised in a Catholic family, and anything of the sort is just plain wrong.
I'm cool in a different light. The fuck. Why do I have to be cool in the first place?
Anyway, so much for my social-slash-sexual-slash-flingish endeavors.
Going to his condo means making out.
I'm 18 years old, I'm turning 19 on September, I've been boyfriend-less for 6 months. My sexual needs are totally unquenched for, say, 4 months. More than a hundred days. Its not a big deal, I know, especially when I write it in this light.
Going to his condo and making out and "more" (whatever that means) is no big deal.
I mean, well, if you're a cool person, it's not a big deal. But I'm not that cool! If cool means making out (again) with a manwhore who's in a two-year relationship, then forget it.
And by the way, very unfortunately, I was raised in a Catholic family, and anything of the sort is just plain wrong.
I'm cool in a different light. The fuck. Why do I have to be cool in the first place?
Anyway, so much for my social-slash-sexual-slash-flingish endeavors.
Train of thoughts
I have a notebook filled with lifelessons. Filled with quotes, bits of knowledge, etc.
I'm thinking of something to discuss right now.
Let's see. How about the little things I want to be?
I want to be normal
All my life, I never felt completely normal. I felt crazy and uptight and not enough. I thought being normal means going to parties, which isn't really how life goes... Getting lots of guys while you're single, which isn't how life goes.... Bathing in all the luxuries you can afford, which isn't how life goes.
Maybe I'm blinded with perfection. Blinded with a false imagery of perfection brought by the media. False advertising.
I was infatuated with luxury. But when you think about it, life is actually great just the way it is. I don't need to cam-whore to show the world how happy I am.
I want to be a Philosophy freak
The thing about Philosophy is that it's universal. I'm reading "Sophie's World" by Jostein Gaarder right now. And so far, I've learned about the three major Philosophers of their times... Socrates, Plato, and Aristotle.
I know I'll bore you with the nerdy knowledge im about to impart, but well, I love Socrates the best.
Socrates is goddamn ugly. He spent his life asking questions. He was said to be the wisest man alive and he died for his principles. Plato was the good looking student. Aristotle was Plato's student and gawd.. was he mean or what.
The thing about Aristotle though is, he believed that happiness and harmony can be achieved through moderation and balance. Spending too much is flamboyant, spending too little is miserly. Spending just enough is enough.
More on the stupid Philosphy shit soon.
More on me. It's just that, I've devoted my life to learning. I've known this since I learned to read. I love to learn. I want to learn about life. I dont know how to organize my train of thoughts and aquired wisdom... but maybe that's my goal in my attempts at writing.
Either way, a Philosophical outlook on life would be great. Why? Because you let your brain do the thinking and not your emotions. As we all know, emotions are completely unstable.
It's almost taboo!
I want to be happy.
Don't we all? The thing is, I've got a great shot of being happy. I had a boring childhood. Not a bad one... people with bad childhood grows up miserly. A great childhood's ok. But a boring one's better. Because you grow better than before. I was bullied back then, you know. And now I'm appreciating life bully free.
(OMG. Lookie! I'm optimistic!)
I want to stop pleasing everyone.
Not literally PLEASING everyone, like being nice and shit. I've no problem with kindness. I have a balanced amount of good and evil in my body, that I'm barely worrying about too much kindness and too much meanness.
Maybe it's got to do with morals. Maybe. But I know it's got to do with the social hierarchy I'm "on top" of.
I have a great reputation. I'm the girl they envy. (Why hello ego!)
I don't know what to do with this yet. If you do, please tell me.
I'm thinking of something to discuss right now.
Let's see. How about the little things I want to be?
I want to be normal
All my life, I never felt completely normal. I felt crazy and uptight and not enough. I thought being normal means going to parties, which isn't really how life goes... Getting lots of guys while you're single, which isn't how life goes.... Bathing in all the luxuries you can afford, which isn't how life goes.
Maybe I'm blinded with perfection. Blinded with a false imagery of perfection brought by the media. False advertising.
I was infatuated with luxury. But when you think about it, life is actually great just the way it is. I don't need to cam-whore to show the world how happy I am.
I want to be a Philosophy freak
The thing about Philosophy is that it's universal. I'm reading "Sophie's World" by Jostein Gaarder right now. And so far, I've learned about the three major Philosophers of their times... Socrates, Plato, and Aristotle.
I know I'll bore you with the nerdy knowledge im about to impart, but well, I love Socrates the best.
Socrates is goddamn ugly. He spent his life asking questions. He was said to be the wisest man alive and he died for his principles. Plato was the good looking student. Aristotle was Plato's student and gawd.. was he mean or what.
The thing about Aristotle though is, he believed that happiness and harmony can be achieved through moderation and balance. Spending too much is flamboyant, spending too little is miserly. Spending just enough is enough.
More on the stupid Philosphy shit soon.
More on me. It's just that, I've devoted my life to learning. I've known this since I learned to read. I love to learn. I want to learn about life. I dont know how to organize my train of thoughts and aquired wisdom... but maybe that's my goal in my attempts at writing.
Either way, a Philosophical outlook on life would be great. Why? Because you let your brain do the thinking and not your emotions. As we all know, emotions are completely unstable.
It's almost taboo!
I want to be happy.
Don't we all? The thing is, I've got a great shot of being happy. I had a boring childhood. Not a bad one... people with bad childhood grows up miserly. A great childhood's ok. But a boring one's better. Because you grow better than before. I was bullied back then, you know. And now I'm appreciating life bully free.
(OMG. Lookie! I'm optimistic!)
I want to stop pleasing everyone.
Not literally PLEASING everyone, like being nice and shit. I've no problem with kindness. I have a balanced amount of good and evil in my body, that I'm barely worrying about too much kindness and too much meanness.
Maybe it's got to do with morals. Maybe. But I know it's got to do with the social hierarchy I'm "on top" of.
I have a great reputation. I'm the girl they envy. (Why hello ego!)
I don't know what to do with this yet. If you do, please tell me.
To J
Dear J,
You're forcing me again.
As much as I miss your kiss (or most kiss in particular), I don't think I'm going tomorrow.
Why? Because you dont treat me well enough. And I don't know what you can do to me and what you can "make" me do.
Despite this, you must know that I look up to you somehow. For being innovative and passionate. For being resourceful. For being all around. For being charming somehow.
But we have different realities, us both. We live completely different lives.
And I'm not doing anything with you because I don't love you. I don't even like you anymore. And to think that I had "feelings" for you back then.
Oh J. It was wrong to begin with. I wish you all the lovelyness in the world. I just wish we both clear up. :)
Rejectingly Yours,
M.
You're forcing me again.
As much as I miss your kiss (or most kiss in particular), I don't think I'm going tomorrow.
Why? Because you dont treat me well enough. And I don't know what you can do to me and what you can "make" me do.
Despite this, you must know that I look up to you somehow. For being innovative and passionate. For being resourceful. For being all around. For being charming somehow.
But we have different realities, us both. We live completely different lives.
And I'm not doing anything with you because I don't love you. I don't even like you anymore. And to think that I had "feelings" for you back then.
Oh J. It was wrong to begin with. I wish you all the lovelyness in the world. I just wish we both clear up. :)
Rejectingly Yours,
M.
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
NL = Next Lover
Dear NL,
(Or possible just L now, because you are reading this blog.)
*NL stands for Next Lover, and L obviously stands for Lover. (Duh, duh, duh.)
...again.
Dear NL or Lover (Whichever. I'll figure out soon.) ,
You are the only mortal being who reads my blog under my consent. Why?
Because I love you. And I don't want to ever break up with you. And less imporantly but more in relative with this activity, because I want to be entirely honest with you.
You may be reading this 6 months after we get together, a day before we officially become a couple, the day I confess my love to you, the hour after our 4th kiss.... The possibilities are endless that it makes me smile. Whatever, right?
I'm waiting for you, even if I shouldn't.
Whatever kind of person you are, only two things matter to me. That you love me, and that I love you. I'm not much of a romantic, see... but that just matters to me. The admiration and shit.
Since I don't know you yet, it's safe to say that I love you. I just do, okay. I love you.
Please take care of me, because I'm a great girl and YOU'LL EFFING NEVER FIND ANYONE OF THE SAME QUALITY.
M doesn't cheat. She's pretty, smart, rich, poised, confident to boot, cute, sweet, kind, charming, loveable, lovely, sexy... and she loves you very much. And she doesnt cheat.
In my opinion, M is perfect despite the fact that she's short (which is charming in it's own way) and that she's got the ego the size of your family. She's properly demanding and will give you enough space.
She's perfect. And you can be perfect for her just by loving her and keeping her company. (She's a sucker for company!)
She loves you, she really does. And she lives for loving you.
Lovingly and futruristically yours,
M.
(Or possible just L now, because you are reading this blog.)
*NL stands for Next Lover, and L obviously stands for Lover. (Duh, duh, duh.)
...again.
Dear NL or Lover (Whichever. I'll figure out soon.) ,
You are the only mortal being who reads my blog under my consent. Why?
Because I love you. And I don't want to ever break up with you. And less imporantly but more in relative with this activity, because I want to be entirely honest with you.
You may be reading this 6 months after we get together, a day before we officially become a couple, the day I confess my love to you, the hour after our 4th kiss.... The possibilities are endless that it makes me smile. Whatever, right?
I'm waiting for you, even if I shouldn't.
Whatever kind of person you are, only two things matter to me. That you love me, and that I love you. I'm not much of a romantic, see... but that just matters to me. The admiration and shit.
Since I don't know you yet, it's safe to say that I love you. I just do, okay. I love you.
Please take care of me, because I'm a great girl and YOU'LL EFFING NEVER FIND ANYONE OF THE SAME QUALITY.
M doesn't cheat. She's pretty, smart, rich, poised, confident to boot, cute, sweet, kind, charming, loveable, lovely, sexy... and she loves you very much. And she doesnt cheat.
In my opinion, M is perfect despite the fact that she's short (which is charming in it's own way) and that she's got the ego the size of your family. She's properly demanding and will give you enough space.
She's perfect. And you can be perfect for her just by loving her and keeping her company. (She's a sucker for company!)
She loves you, she really does. And she lives for loving you.
Lovingly and futruristically yours,
M.
Characters
B is the best guyfriend.
The only reason that he is because I am totally comfy around him. And because he is The Backup plan. Always. When I dont have anything to do, he is the last resort.
He is not pretty.
P is the ultimate and girl bestfriend.
We've been bestfriends for 8 years. Sometimes we dont talk for 6 months, and when we go back to talking it's almost as if it was just yesterday.
She's the ultimate bestfriend for the ff reasons:
1. We grew up together. At the same pace, too. We discovered the joys of shopping, and boy-ing together.
2. We have the same general interests.
3. She's pretty and hot. (As we all know, I have pretty friends.)
4. My family loves her already. She's been a part of the family since forever.
5. We think highly of each other. (This is crucial in every relationship, you know.)
6. I love her. :)
7. She knows what I like and I know what she likes
8. We will go to the beach together this break.
9. We've always been there for each other no matter what. :)
The only reason that he is because I am totally comfy around him. And because he is The Backup plan. Always. When I dont have anything to do, he is the last resort.
He is not pretty.
P is the ultimate and girl bestfriend.
We've been bestfriends for 8 years. Sometimes we dont talk for 6 months, and when we go back to talking it's almost as if it was just yesterday.
She's the ultimate bestfriend for the ff reasons:
1. We grew up together. At the same pace, too. We discovered the joys of shopping, and boy-ing together.
2. We have the same general interests.
3. She's pretty and hot. (As we all know, I have pretty friends.)
4. My family loves her already. She's been a part of the family since forever.
5. We think highly of each other. (This is crucial in every relationship, you know.)
6. I love her. :)
7. She knows what I like and I know what she likes
8. We will go to the beach together this break.
9. We've always been there for each other no matter what. :)
The Core
Let me give you a brief account of the characters you will most likely be encountering (repeatedly) (over and over again).
There's The Core. With a capital 'T' and 'C'. We've been friends since day1 and we might as well as be friends forever. It just feels meant to be. Almost very effortless.
(We've been the Mean Girls for so long, which is very lame, until J called us The Core. We have other girl friends, but there's this air of excluvity within the four of us. And the coined name The Core is a little bit less lamer than Mean Girls, so I'm using it.)
First of all there's L.
Physically, L has long hair, weighs 100 pounds, and is the Sex of the group. No, she is not a slut. She's just a very sexy human being. She's known for that actually. Sexiness.
L is my soul sister. Seriously speaking, if I were a guy, I'd fall in love with her. Insert malice here, but what the heck, right?
L and I think the same. It's like we have the same mind. And I admire her for so many things. How she respects people around her, her poise, and her optimism on life. It's difficult for someone who's gone through enough to still have the positive outlook she has.
Or maybe, life is just being really dandy on her these days.
L's boyfriend is in America. More on that in the upcoming entries, I guess.
Then, there's T. I don't think I'm very much close with T as much as I am with N and L. T is pretty. Very.
She's the light of the group. She keeps us popular. Which, as we all know, does not matter anymore. Maybe on the first few years of college, it did. But right now, we're all growing up so much, that popularity just isnt a priority.
I like talking to T. Everything's light. If I were to describe her in one word, I'd say "Sunshine".
T's been single for a year and a half now. I dont think she minds because, well, boys swarm over her like flies... and when boys swarm over you like that, you just dont want to date much of them. And I don't think the right one's come around yet.
Then, there's the controversial N. N is my partner in crime. We attend the same parties. We have the same work ethics. We grew up in a different crowd who acts the same.
I don't like N very much these days. I love her to hell, I do. And I'd hurt her if she ever reads this. But I think she knows it anyway. Despite the clashing, we continue being friends because it just works for us. We take care of each other.
I hate seeing her hurt.
N finds me immature. I find her that way, too. And I hate this about us. Sometimes back then, our friendship suffered a silent competition. Then this great awkward distance. I'm fine with distance. But awkward is shit.
I don't want to write about N in this light, but I just know that right now, there's a drift in our hearts. We're just not getting along.
More on N?
N has been going after the same guy for 2 years now. It's a hurtful and totally unhealthy process, but well, that's love. Not that my love life is healthy, so I can't reprimand her on that.
What I love about her? She's sweet and strong at the same time. I think I'll write more abou her some day else.
There's The Core. With a capital 'T' and 'C'. We've been friends since day1 and we might as well as be friends forever. It just feels meant to be. Almost very effortless.
(We've been the Mean Girls for so long, which is very lame, until J called us The Core. We have other girl friends, but there's this air of excluvity within the four of us. And the coined name The Core is a little bit less lamer than Mean Girls, so I'm using it.)
First of all there's L.
Physically, L has long hair, weighs 100 pounds, and is the Sex of the group. No, she is not a slut. She's just a very sexy human being. She's known for that actually. Sexiness.
L is my soul sister. Seriously speaking, if I were a guy, I'd fall in love with her. Insert malice here, but what the heck, right?
L and I think the same. It's like we have the same mind. And I admire her for so many things. How she respects people around her, her poise, and her optimism on life. It's difficult for someone who's gone through enough to still have the positive outlook she has.
Or maybe, life is just being really dandy on her these days.
L's boyfriend is in America. More on that in the upcoming entries, I guess.
Then, there's T. I don't think I'm very much close with T as much as I am with N and L. T is pretty. Very.
She's the light of the group. She keeps us popular. Which, as we all know, does not matter anymore. Maybe on the first few years of college, it did. But right now, we're all growing up so much, that popularity just isnt a priority.
I like talking to T. Everything's light. If I were to describe her in one word, I'd say "Sunshine".
T's been single for a year and a half now. I dont think she minds because, well, boys swarm over her like flies... and when boys swarm over you like that, you just dont want to date much of them. And I don't think the right one's come around yet.
Then, there's the controversial N. N is my partner in crime. We attend the same parties. We have the same work ethics. We grew up in a different crowd who acts the same.
I don't like N very much these days. I love her to hell, I do. And I'd hurt her if she ever reads this. But I think she knows it anyway. Despite the clashing, we continue being friends because it just works for us. We take care of each other.
I hate seeing her hurt.
N finds me immature. I find her that way, too. And I hate this about us. Sometimes back then, our friendship suffered a silent competition. Then this great awkward distance. I'm fine with distance. But awkward is shit.
I don't want to write about N in this light, but I just know that right now, there's a drift in our hearts. We're just not getting along.
More on N?
N has been going after the same guy for 2 years now. It's a hurtful and totally unhealthy process, but well, that's love. Not that my love life is healthy, so I can't reprimand her on that.
What I love about her? She's sweet and strong at the same time. I think I'll write more abou her some day else.
Boys and friendship
I will be turning 19 this September, and I've got to confess that I've never learned to actually just be friend with boys until just recently.
I had my first actual boy bud when I was 18! How the fucking awkward and stupid is that?
I mean, I had guy friends, yeah... but I was never really comfortable around them much.
Boys have always been enigmatic to me. Mysterious. Complicated. And most of all, they are different from us girls by lightyears.
They are the others.
Any contact with the boys back then always had "malice". Even just brushing shoulders or legs together made me feel "too close". Everyone had potential for me to fall in love with. Seriously. Everyone!
Well, what do you expect? I was a complete loser in my gradeschool days. My interaction with the other sex was limited in highschool (me=catholic all-girl's school HS graduate). My first two years in college was spent in restriction from being too friendly with guys lest X gets jealous. That pretty much sums up my reasons for finding the alternate gender still mysterious. And I've only got two more years to build up wonderful friendship with the boys at school.
And that's something I dont think I'd ever be able to actually confess in my real blog, lest turning me into a loser. I mean, I know everyone expects me to know boys well... I look likethe type who does, see. And there goes the road of public deception.
I had my first actual boy bud when I was 18! How the fucking awkward and stupid is that?
I mean, I had guy friends, yeah... but I was never really comfortable around them much.
Boys have always been enigmatic to me. Mysterious. Complicated. And most of all, they are different from us girls by lightyears.
They are the others.
Any contact with the boys back then always had "malice". Even just brushing shoulders or legs together made me feel "too close". Everyone had potential for me to fall in love with. Seriously. Everyone!
Well, what do you expect? I was a complete loser in my gradeschool days. My interaction with the other sex was limited in highschool (me=catholic all-girl's school HS graduate). My first two years in college was spent in restriction from being too friendly with guys lest X gets jealous. That pretty much sums up my reasons for finding the alternate gender still mysterious. And I've only got two more years to build up wonderful friendship with the boys at school.
And that's something I dont think I'd ever be able to actually confess in my real blog, lest turning me into a loser. I mean, I know everyone expects me to know boys well... I look likethe type who does, see. And there goes the road of public deception.
Philosophy
If only we all view the world through philosophical paradigm, hurt would be less, and we would be thinking universally.
It's pretty tough because the world is huge. With all the (fucking) emotions going around, there is no time to reflect. And reflection can be pretty tiring.
The Core (M (me), L, N, and T) find "being yourself" the most useful, difficult, complicated, confusing, and unapplicable words of wisdom ever said when it comes to impressing people. I mean, you have to "find yourself" to "be yourself". And finding yourself can be pretty depressing sometimes.
It's refreshing to write about philosophy. It's something useful to write about that has nothing to do with art and emotions. Emotions are unstable. So is truth. Filling your head with quests of wisdom may probably be healthier (or perhaps just less destructive) than letting emotions fill the head.
Whatever. I know.
This is probably bull.
Spiritual grace. And emotional power.
It's pretty tough because the world is huge. With all the (fucking) emotions going around, there is no time to reflect. And reflection can be pretty tiring.
The Core (M (me), L, N, and T) find "being yourself" the most useful, difficult, complicated, confusing, and unapplicable words of wisdom ever said when it comes to impressing people. I mean, you have to "find yourself" to "be yourself". And finding yourself can be pretty depressing sometimes.
It's refreshing to write about philosophy. It's something useful to write about that has nothing to do with art and emotions. Emotions are unstable. So is truth. Filling your head with quests of wisdom may probably be healthier (or perhaps just less destructive) than letting emotions fill the head.
Whatever. I know.
This is probably bull.
Spiritual grace. And emotional power.
Something to kick the blog open
Dear J,
I miss your tounge.
And your tounge ring.
I could be your girlfriend if you weren't such a jerk. I have no treshhold for jerkiness, see... and you'd just make my life miserable.
I'm sorry if I wont do horny stuff with you.
I know I shouldn't even be thinking about you because I'm just one of the girls you seduce with sweet words (complete with timing and practice) and your cooldom.
Despite that, because I have no one right now, I still think of you from time to time.
You WERE the confidential darling. The ironic angel. The could've been bestfriend.
But you just think too highly of yourself. That's a bit of a good thing, see. But we can't both think highly of ourselves. We are too alike.
Still, of all the Js around. You are the J of my college life.
Lucky you.
Truly sexily yours,
Darls
I miss your tounge.
And your tounge ring.
I could be your girlfriend if you weren't such a jerk. I have no treshhold for jerkiness, see... and you'd just make my life miserable.
I'm sorry if I wont do horny stuff with you.
I know I shouldn't even be thinking about you because I'm just one of the girls you seduce with sweet words (complete with timing and practice) and your cooldom.
Despite that, because I have no one right now, I still think of you from time to time.
You WERE the confidential darling. The ironic angel. The could've been bestfriend.
But you just think too highly of yourself. That's a bit of a good thing, see. But we can't both think highly of ourselves. We are too alike.
Still, of all the Js around. You are the J of my college life.
Lucky you.
Truly sexily yours,
Darls
Hey, you.
Hey. I hope to hell you dont know me personally because you can very much ruin my life if you do. I'm risking all this for the ff reasons:
1. Boredom
2. I like to write
3. I want to write my life the way I would a book.
Hmm. Let's see, what do I want to tell you.
There is no way that this blog is healthy for you.
Advanced apologies because I tend to be a very egoistic bitch who thinks she's everything despite the fact that, well, she is not.
I truly hope you enjoy all the trivial yet tasteful complaints, sentiments and misfits of yours truly. You are a blessing to me.
You are free to comment on the entries. Please, my goodness, don't argue with me. I like healthy arguments, but the bashing is plain stressful.
Add me up YM i.nonfiction@yahoo.com if you want to talk. I love the audience, see, if I ever get one.
1. Boredom
2. I like to write
3. I want to write my life the way I would a book.
Hmm. Let's see, what do I want to tell you.
There is no way that this blog is healthy for you.
Advanced apologies because I tend to be a very egoistic bitch who thinks she's everything despite the fact that, well, she is not.
I truly hope you enjoy all the trivial yet tasteful complaints, sentiments and misfits of yours truly. You are a blessing to me.
You are free to comment on the entries. Please, my goodness, don't argue with me. I like healthy arguments, but the bashing is plain stressful.
Add me up YM i.nonfiction@yahoo.com if you want to talk. I love the audience, see, if I ever get one.
Anonymous
Wow. First entry.
Hi, I'm M.
The world is a very big place, but when you enclose your location, everything becomes way smaller. It's an inevitable web of people who know each other via friend-of-friend.
I aim to write my (typical) life non-fictously, without any form of fabrication but with proper discretion and poetic form.
Common questions?
I am 18 years old, I'm in college, and if you read this blog and you knew me personally, it wouldn't be very hard to guess.
What the blog is about?
It's about the things I'm afraid to say out loud. The typical things that no one bothers to listen to. And the juicy secrets that not everyone's supposed to know.
The rule?
Anonymity. Honesty.
The audience?
You.
Hi, I'm M.
The world is a very big place, but when you enclose your location, everything becomes way smaller. It's an inevitable web of people who know each other via friend-of-friend.
I aim to write my (typical) life non-fictously, without any form of fabrication but with proper discretion and poetic form.
Common questions?
I am 18 years old, I'm in college, and if you read this blog and you knew me personally, it wouldn't be very hard to guess.
What the blog is about?
It's about the things I'm afraid to say out loud. The typical things that no one bothers to listen to. And the juicy secrets that not everyone's supposed to know.
The rule?
Anonymity. Honesty.
The audience?
You.
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