Sunday, May 4

Writing as my Savior

Hello my faithful reader and my random readers,
Apologies to those that have waited for me to post something.
I have not done any proper blog post.
(as if I'm so famous, but I'm dedicating them to my beloved friends)

Last semester was somewhat stressful to me.
I have been more stress than I usually am.
I finally pissed off my classmates.
I blow apart,
I kept my distance from the world,
Broke down a couple of times.

I have a penpal from London...
err... wait...
Well, all I can say she's from England.
She might be the reason I stopped posting but no.
Replying to her requires once in a while,
but blog, I usually do daily if possible.

All I wanted to say about her is that,
she has been the one I'm channeling my stress to.
Not a very nice thing to do but somehow,
writing it down works better.

I'm an introvert.
I can't express myself well verbally.
I am timid and small,
The world eat me up.

Writing is how I scream to be remembered.
Writing is me speaking,
Writing is me standing up.
Writing is me.

As you can read the past post are all depressing,
So I'm going to try again.
I'm going to share my day with all of you.
With or without readers,
I'll survive.

A Picture She shared me, A Dandelion by her doorstep

That is all from me, 
eanaa is signing out from this post 
The End

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