I never really appreciated the power of writing—not as much as I do now. Lately, for some reason, I feel like I’ve found solace from my loneliness and boredom by putting my feelings and thoughts into words. Here, there are no pretensions, no need for complex words or terms.
It’s funny how the things I write about are mostly the things I’m not comfortable sharing with anyone. I may be talkative at times, but only with those I consider my friends, and I rarely share personal matters unless I completely trust someone.
It might be a cliché that I’m here, writing about myself and posting it in an online journal, but somehow, it just feels good.
It’s funny how the things I write about are mostly the things I’m not comfortable sharing with anyone. I may be talkative at times, but only with those I consider my friends, and I rarely share personal matters unless I completely trust someone.
It might be a cliché that I’m here, writing about myself and posting it in an online journal, but somehow, it just feels good.
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