Hiya! Wel this is a late-posting. I've written this post some time ago, more precisel last sunday, before the enrolling week has started. Due to a lot of stuff that has happening lately, I never really got time to post it. so here it goes now...
To finish, I will be as well posting an update text related to my uni experience, on the following days, talking about my enrolling week, these first official days and my adaptation to everything around.
See you next time,
X
« Hey everybody!
I've just figured one more reason for the existence of MK. This may sound somewhat strange but I really enjoy doing monologues. Just pretending I'm talking to someone who is close and sharing with him what disturbs my mind and results in this lack or incapability of being normal. Usually no ones hears them, but it was time to gain a voice, and MK has brought that to me. The security that even though my secrets are over there in the internet, no one will do nothing but listen to me. It feels nice, I must admit, knowing that people care about me, about this ongoing version of myself. At least that's what stats indicates (over 14.000 views, thank you all a lot). In the beggining, the no. Of views used to influeciate my assiduaty, the no. of posts I did per month. Neverthless, at the moment, the no. of views only assure me one simple thing, there's only a pal, a dear friend, a blogger, who is out there and is interested in getting to know me, as an aspirant in writing and as well, in life. And that fact just blows my mind. I know you guys don't give a lot of feedback, maybe because it is hard to connect with my experiences, but it means a lot that you still visit me after all the time that has passed. Even though I'm only an 18 young lady, my life has been following different paths from the people of my age. I don't a give a crap to a lot of stuff they do. Of course I care about my appearence but since I'm not even partly comfortable with it, I just wear anything. Especially here in england, where all girls are skinny, blond and little princesses. I only wear something special or take more time getting myself ready when I know there will be someone I actually like, care about, someone special waiting to see me. At the moment, there's no one like that in my daily life. Those people usually consume us until we drain out of breath and pulse. Being in love is just too hard when you are not reciprocrated. What people call of unrequited love.
I had my first match in love, a few months ago. At least I thought I did. However, it was not meant to be. We just failure to meet. I'm not a very destiny defender, but in this case, I can't deny. Either love is too complicated or I complicate him.
I look forward for the beggining of this school year. I really want to meet someone new e move on with this part of my life. This is keeping me down, I deserve better. I'm good girl, I honour my parents and my principles, I deserve someone who honours me and feels the same love I do for him. I'm sick of humillianting me for someone not worthy. If you proved in more ways than by words, your feelings for that person and still is not enough for him to decide to give some back means that he's not the one for you.
Anyway, uni is about to start and I'm not nervous, at all, I'm just worried about my performance and adaptation. Hope everything turns out OKAY.
X
love y'all
Tommy »
To finish, I will be as well posting an update text related to my uni experience, on the following days, talking about my enrolling week, these first official days and my adaptation to everything around.
See you next time,
X
« Hey everybody!
I've just figured one more reason for the existence of MK. This may sound somewhat strange but I really enjoy doing monologues. Just pretending I'm talking to someone who is close and sharing with him what disturbs my mind and results in this lack or incapability of being normal. Usually no ones hears them, but it was time to gain a voice, and MK has brought that to me. The security that even though my secrets are over there in the internet, no one will do nothing but listen to me. It feels nice, I must admit, knowing that people care about me, about this ongoing version of myself. At least that's what stats indicates (over 14.000 views, thank you all a lot). In the beggining, the no. Of views used to influeciate my assiduaty, the no. of posts I did per month. Neverthless, at the moment, the no. of views only assure me one simple thing, there's only a pal, a dear friend, a blogger, who is out there and is interested in getting to know me, as an aspirant in writing and as well, in life. And that fact just blows my mind. I know you guys don't give a lot of feedback, maybe because it is hard to connect with my experiences, but it means a lot that you still visit me after all the time that has passed. Even though I'm only an 18 young lady, my life has been following different paths from the people of my age. I don't a give a crap to a lot of stuff they do. Of course I care about my appearence but since I'm not even partly comfortable with it, I just wear anything. Especially here in england, where all girls are skinny, blond and little princesses. I only wear something special or take more time getting myself ready when I know there will be someone I actually like, care about, someone special waiting to see me. At the moment, there's no one like that in my daily life. Those people usually consume us until we drain out of breath and pulse. Being in love is just too hard when you are not reciprocrated. What people call of unrequited love.
I had my first match in love, a few months ago. At least I thought I did. However, it was not meant to be. We just failure to meet. I'm not a very destiny defender, but in this case, I can't deny. Either love is too complicated or I complicate him.
I look forward for the beggining of this school year. I really want to meet someone new e move on with this part of my life. This is keeping me down, I deserve better. I'm good girl, I honour my parents and my principles, I deserve someone who honours me and feels the same love I do for him. I'm sick of humillianting me for someone not worthy. If you proved in more ways than by words, your feelings for that person and still is not enough for him to decide to give some back means that he's not the one for you.
Anyway, uni is about to start and I'm not nervous, at all, I'm just worried about my performance and adaptation. Hope everything turns out OKAY.
X
love y'all
Tommy »