Blogging Is My Friend
Sometimes it's hard to put it in words...
Blogging is my friend and has been my friend since 2009.
How old was I?
I was only thirteen.
As a child, it was hard for me to express myself. I was afraid if I end up saying something that either offended them or hurts me back. Was whatever I wanted to say important anyways? If I am happy or sad about something, what good is it to tell another person who has nothing to do with it? Why would anyone want to know whats my favorite color or movie to watch?
Growing up, I had trouble making friends.
Friends are DEFINITELY not my cup of tea. That should be saved in another story.
As for my parents, they never really communicated or asked "how is your day at school?" I live in a pretty big traditional Asian family and is a middle child. We usually don't go around asking how is everyone's day because "everyday is a day where we are all struggling to live" - is what my parents always say growing up.
Something so simple can shut down any child's ability to express comfortably on who they are.
I started writing in a journal in 2009 and blogged privately on blogger.com from 2010.
Years went by and sadly, its not for the better, but for the worst.
High school was the year I blogged almost everyday.
The high school life was NOT for me. For a young teenage girl who have no friends and support in supposedly, "the best years in your life" - No. Just no.
Blogging does wonders to me as I am able to express all my emotions out without anyone judging me. It feels like for once, I have a listener. Even though my blogs were always on private, it feels just right.
Till this day, I am still blogging. Except I switched over to Tumblr in 2014 where I can make daily short posts of thoughts instead of having to type out my entire day.
Earlier, I said that blogging feels like I have a listener right?
Years passed as I made those posts on why am I sad on this date and why am I happy on that date, I reread them with many emotions.
Laughing, cringing, emotional and even proud.
The listener is the future me.
Forever and ever, I will jot down my feelings down whether they're negative or positive and I know after a year or so, there will be someone who will come across it with the feeling of -
"You're doing just fine."
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