FREEDOM!

This is what I miss the most--blogging.


Well. I have lotsa, tons of blogging accounts and none of them survived. Lol
You know? Making them and then forgetting about them.


My first blog if I remember it right was on Friendster, I think? I was a minor "jejemon" that time since I started it way back high school. Yeah. Those StIcKy CaPs. (Errrr) HAHAHA :)))


Too bad Friendster is faced out T___T
I used to read those blogs when I'm bored sometimes and laugh my ass out and amazed by how time really flies! 


The second one was LiveJournal--then I forgot about it.
The third one was Multiply.
This blog is really special because half of my college life was written there. Fun stuff. Hard times. Broken heart. I used to shout all my heart out on that blog. And there was Facebook.
I really did not make a blog on FB but the day to day status says it all though not all. (weird?). It's like my feelings and emotions became suppressed since all my family and friends are there.


Well, Tumblr is a wonderland but I am not really active in that blog because of the high-bandwidth blah blah makes me inaccessible to that website. 


So then I had my first boyfriend and we decided to have a "Notebook". It's not a blog. It's an actual notebook where you write your thoughts, everything on it. 


And then he broke up with me. ///


And all I got to do was write on that Notebook until the very end and even until everything has already ended. I still write on that Notebook that made me sooooo miserable and all fucked up. Like HELL!!!


Until one day, even though I still have more to write, I decided to return that Notebook to him. Thinking that if he gets to read everything like I used to do, he might recall all the love and care he used to have for me...


But nothing changed. I guess he doesn't really love me like what I thought before. 


Right after the break-up, I wrote on the Notebook thinking that every day entry might help me heal all the wounds until it's gone. But it did not help me at all. Not even a little. Having that Notebook with me was like a curse. I was getting worse each day writing at every page of it crying myself to sleep, draining all the words that come out of my head.


You might think that this is an extension of that Notebook, no it's not. This blog will serve as a reservoir of brain farts. Not just about my ex. But everything that I want to say. I will say everything that I want to say. No pretensions. I want this blog to be my best friend.


This blog is nothing but freedom! ♥