Welcome

This is not my first try on blogs but this would be my first serious attempt. Sincerely, writing played a huge part of my life. As I grew older, I realized that I spent most of my time by myself. When I was a young girl, I preferred to spend my time alone in the room doing nothing than to watch television with the other kids. I would say that I did not have any entertainment growing up. Everything in my life is just about me. Also, I was too young for my social circles. So I turned out to be the one that simply pays attention to all that grown-ups are contending. I also don’t have any cousins my age. Instead of talking to the people around me, I talk a lot to myself.

I think that every person has something that makes them feel at ease. It could be baking, going shopping, watching a movie, etc. Personally, I enjoy sleeping! However, writing has always brought me happiness. Putting my feelings into words has always helped me gain a better understanding of them because I can be so sensitive to the actions of other people, which can easily hurt my feelings.

When I was 11 years old, I decided to start writing because I felt like I needed a way to vent my thoughts when they got too much. At first, I thought writing wasn’t for me because I prefer to talk more than write. However, as I get older, I realize that not everyone would always listen to what I have to say. I came to the realisation that I needed to learn how to write about my emotions more frequently. Another good reason is that when I was a kid, I loved buying books with fancy covers. I kept a detailed diary in my notebook so my mother would buy me more books!

When I was 13 years old, I started to prefer typing my thoughts on phone than writing them down in a book. At the point when I’m in boarding school, I understood that I got such a lot of things to rant about, everything are so irritating. Consequently, I start jotting down whatever comes to mind in my notes on my tiny iPhone 5s. I am aware that I have a lot of friends who will stand by and listen to whatever I have to say, but there is nothing better than being friend and talking to yourself. Truthly, I enjoy discussing my thoughts with others and appreciate how diverse their perspectives are. Even if the opinions are mine, I enjoy hearing them.

I frequently got lost when I was a teenager. I’m not happy with who I am or what I do. I really want to day in and day out look like people on social media. I feel ashamed that my life is not like theirs. Travel abroad, take a family vacation, and spend time with friends and others. Simply put, I frequently wonder why my life does not function in the same way as theirs. I frequently write about how miserable my life is. I realized as I dug deeper into my feelings that they were neither regret nor resentment toward my life. It just me who worries about being left out. The one who is afraid that other people will think she’s outdated. My inner self only hopes that others will notice that my life is also good. Even though I’m not, which is fine!

What I’m trying to say is that people only display what they want other people to see in this world. However, some people cannot see beyond that. Some people become irritated when they discover that their own reality does not match what they see on social media. Whether it’s about academics, wealth, beauty, friends, or family. And afterward you’re simply there taking a gander at your heap of wreck considering what you fouled up in life to not merit something as wonderful as every other person.

A part of me wants to be mysterious, but there will always be a part of me that wants to be able to express myself freely. To be able to tweet whatever I want, post whatever I want, and be myself on social media. So here I’m sharing content to a blog to discuss my thoughts. This blog demonstrates that everyone leads a contradictory life. Every person struggles in their own way. Honestly, I really value people who are willing to let others know that they are never alone in their struggles and are able to be candid about them. I save blogs written by teenagers, college students, and even university students that helped me get through my teenage years with a more open mind than I would have had on my own.

What I got is I’m so happy if being open about my difficulties can encourage someone else going through their own. I’m already beyond thankful if, through blogging, I can help even a small number of people who are just as exhausted as I am from beating myself up about things I can’t change. I also hope that this will serve as a good starting point for a lot of people who are struggling to find themselves amid the idealized lives of others.

To do good things, you only need yourself and God, not people’s praise and encouragement. The most important thing is that you’ve done something good, and you’ll even feel good about yourself after doing it! Also, I’m just going to write a blog to show Sofea in 10 years, who is 28, what goes through her mind when she’s 18 years old. She can read it and laugh at it.