Blog entry #1

At what point in life does one become a wasted attempt of a blogger? (or wasted attempt of anything, really?)

What has to happen for you to finally put a stop to swallowing all of your feelings, to want to put it all out there? Maybe it's because you can't continue keeping every tiny little detail to yourself, maybe it's eating you alive and you need to let go before you can go on, maybe holding onto them is what it's not letting you be, maybe this is what you need to heal, to fix all of the broken pieces that make you, well, you.

I know what you're thinking. It must be a new low for you; to recur to this as a way of expressing your emotions, just so you can vent to strangers. Strangers online, probably the easiest people to vent to; they listen to (or read) anything you put out there for them. They judge too, but after all one has to go through in life, I guess that can not be the worst part. If I can do life, I can do haters.

I'm just another twenty-year-old teen studying abroad trying to chase someone else's dreams in a whole other continent miles away from home, which gets pretty lonely at times if I must say. English is not my first language but I made the choice to write this in English because I felt like it; plus it seems more inspiring to me. This blog experiment (that's how I'm going to call it) will be useful for when I have to get things off my chest (since suppressing your feelings apparently doesn't make you feel better). However, there's a lot going on inside my head almost all of the time, so, for that moment when I realized it's me the only one who's keeping myself hostage, I figured, why not?

Now, at what point in life does one become a wasted attempt of a blogger? I guess to find out I'd have to try first.