I understand that this is how its all supposed to start...I give a brief insight into who I am and you revert back to me with a few comments saying “Welcome”, “First blog eh?”, “Nice” , “Not so nice”, “Did someone tell you that you cant write??? Coz they damn well were right!!”

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Yeah, well...seen it all before & I can’t believe I’m still trying.

 

Will keep it short, I’m not good at these “this is how I am” kinda pieces ---

 

"Sudden mood swings, shopoholic tendencies, sarcasm, love for animals, respect for people who believe in themselves, unrequited feelings, and a million disasters" --- that about sums me up!

 

I wrote when I was 8, in my notebook, in my scrawny illegible, just learnt cursive. I wrote about the world around me, about the vacations I had been to, the way I got beaten up at school by my teacher. I wrote because I wanted everyone to read it and tell me how beautiful my imagination was. No one wanted to read.

 

I wrote when I was 14, in my diary, its pages full of floating hearts. I wrote about the guy I had a crush on since I was 10, about how he broke my heart. I wrote because I wanted to pour my heart out, I wanted no one to read it. My mom read it and grounded me for a month.

 

I wrote when I was 21, on my answer sheet, thin paper that blotted as soon as I put my brand new parker to it. I wrote about what I had learnt in college and what I had unlearnt in life. I wrote because I had to. I really didn’t care if anyone read it or not. I just wanted to pass the b***** exams.

 

I write now because I want to, not because I should. I write now because it’s the only thing that keeps me sane. I write for myself and that’s how I intend to keep it.

 

And thus saying I rest my case...

 

Don’t judge me.