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It's funny how I can post millions of tweets about my day, about what I have to say, about anything in general, but can never have enough stamina to write a full length post about something. Maybe I've lost it, maybe this post itself will allow me to regain that power one way or another. Writing something and completing it is always something difficult for me to do, even in the past. I'd start a post and write till the middle where I'd get distracted or would start procrastinating to no end. What else would there be to write about?
It'd need to be something big, or extraordinary, and perhaps complete. You know, I actually have one. From way back, took a few years to experience, took a few months to write. Never posted it. Too personal I guess. It was a post about how things started and how it ended. About love. Pretty long, would have probably been a full length novel by the time I noted down every single detail every event every emotion I have felt. It would have …
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Reading (now and in the past!!!)

Wow my thoughts are disorganised. I had written earlier, but my content disappeared on mobile. Okay, give me a second to rewrite and restart my thought train. Back when I was younger, not that I'm much older now anyway, I used to read. I'm talking 5,6 hours sprawled on the bed, reading and reading and reading. That was when I had no major exam to think about and to guilt me into doing something about it. Reading was almost the same as breathing. It was effortless and necessary. Even on trips or short holidays, I had to bring a book. I read just about everything, from adventures to sci fi and then the discovery of romance. There was no such thing as a bad book, but the good books were the ones that could keep me intrigued and stuck in thought for days after. Really good books got me going for weeks. These books were the ones that made me take breaks after every chapter, because it was too much of a mouthful to take in all at once. It wasn't bad, it just made me question eve…

An update for the gazillionth time

Ooooooooohhhh okay. *exhales* Things are really quick now. 10th August, 2017. I honestly haven't been putting much work into my studies. I've been placing my workouts and other hobbies and interests on a higher priority scale and I don't think that's too bad, because I've been feeling pretty bad anyway. I doubt studying would make me feel any better or motivate me enough to latch onto me and pull me out of this well full of uncertainty and awful decisions, much less HELP ME. This post and my previous one is giving me the "emo kid in love/cries over everything/life is meaningless" vibe. I'm laughing at myself. I'm laughing at everything. I've been meaning to share some of the poems and short little stories I wrote with you guys, but they're usually either about love or death and uncontrollable anger and never something in between. Kinda cringey too. Hey, I have an interest in make-up now. Slight. I feel like it's kind of fuelled by this…
I can't stop the feelings man I can't stop I don't know what's wrong with me I hope this doesn't stay too long because I know I deserve better but I can't stop feeling this way


Pretty late. I am really late. I haven't blogged in such a long time that honestly, it doesn't cross my mind often. This'll be just a short update, i guess.

The usual, school's been stressful. Art, other subjects and stuff. I am thankful that i'm able to handle the stress in a positive manner, most of the time. My health hasn't been really good lately. My knees were awful, they kept hurting and cracking and i had to see a doctor-two, actually. One knee was injured due to an old injury and the other was misaligned with the rest of my leg. Troubling, huh? That was during the first two months of 2017. About a month later, my throat got inflamed, i had a bad throat ulcer infection and it was so difficult to even swallow saliva. Lymph nodes enlarged a whole lot, too. Next month, eye stye. Not so much of a problem, but my lower eyelid grew a stye and the upper lid swelled. Healed afterwards, but currently I have another swollen eyelid. Gross. Kinda makes it hard to o…


She showed me the importance of individuality. How okay it is to just stick out at certain edges or corners or curves that maybe others can't appreciate. That it's perfectly fine to be bursting with energy that people outright assume it as immaturity, or to have such strong emotions that overflow and fill cracks and openings all around, because that is what makes us individuals. 


Two years of inconsistent blogging. I love blogging, I truly do. There's something about putting feelings and emotions into sentences that really appeal to me. Forgive me, in advance. I won't be blogging very much in the next few months, maybe years, probably, until I have time to sit down and just let it all out. I'm not saying that i'm quitting, but I merely do not have the time for it and it isn't one of my priorities at the moment. I'm working on myself, through academics, art, my social life(?). If it's necessary for you to be updated on how i'm doing, Twitter's the way to go. Everything's there.

Ugh, anyone else sensing that tension and disconnection between you and I? Gosh, I need to "up" my mood a little. HOW'S IT GOING? Life's been great for ya? It's 2017 and I'll be 17 this year. It's freaky how I'm almost considered a young adult when I barely feel like a teenager. I guess that's the scary part of…