First breath

Hello

So I started a blog. Like everyone else who has always thought highly of themselves, one of the most clichéd things that people do when they have too much time to waste, when there is too much time spent procrastinating, when they have unlimited access to the internet. Or of course, when they think that thousands of people will read whatever bunch of shit they have to say.

Don't ask me which I am because I don't know. It's a bit funny to me, because I almost always look down on bloggers because when people say they're bloggers they're thinking of themselves as brilliant writers. When usually they are thinking of themselves too highly and their writing sounds like death-warmed-up-drivel. But of course, I'm not saying that my writing is any better, nor will I have thousands reading these posts, probably no more than a handful. I'm okay with that.

I decided to start this blog because I had always wanted to become a writer of some kind, except at the tender age of perhaps 17 my writing went to shit and I couldn't do it anymore. It wasn't in me. Writer's block, they call it. I always used to say "I'll stop writing when my heart runs dry." Yet my heart hasn't run dry, not in the slightest.

Which brings me to my next point. The biggest reason why I decided to start blogging is because I basically feel too much. People always say "Start journaling!" I do that. It isnt enough. Because people don't see it, they don't understand. I feel like no one knows, no one hears me. I know that I am not the only person to go through whatever I go through, but I sure do feel alone sometimes, and I would be okay with writing a post in this blog and getting an email or a comment saying that perhaps someone understands. So view this as an experiment, for me to write my bleeding heart out and see if it helps me feel better about some things.

Yeah, I'm a total blogger who views herself too highly because I'm a blogger now.