I smell burnt popcorn
*breathes heavily*
I don't usually do this, especially writing on a blog but... here we go.
Oh and btw, I'll keep everything bland on the first page because life, to me, is sometimes or should I say mostly that way.
That picture somehow depicts me — plain, unknown, obscure, and inconspicuous. I've never been really sure my whole life and even up to now, I feel like I'm wasting my 20s. I once had a clear vision what career I'd take and my life would be. But as your senses collide with reality, it also becomes clear there are many hurdles to overcome.
That was kind of serious for a first meeting. To cut the chase, this blog will more likely be about the push and pull relationship of self-love and self-blame. Tonight I am writing because the physical evidence of my insignificance is too overwhelming. Hoping tomorrow I could tame back the demon that's been eating me inside out.
Good night, suckers.
Love, T.
