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Somebody once told me: Once a blogger, always a blogger.
I guess that’s true, because the itch to write something–anything–would always be there.
I was once a blogger, but I quit because I felt suffocated by it. The superficiality of the people behind these paragraphs just annoys me to the highest point possible. I guess I’m just one of the people who cannot really live with something like this. I know some who were and still are able to make a friendship out of blogging, and the fact is, I’ve had. But I guess somewhere along the way, something went wrong. The friendship was great, but thinking about it now, things couldn’t have turned out better.
So anyway, I’ve had Wordpress, Blogger, and Multiply, but I guess I always have a problem sticking around. Never been able to keep one ever since I left XXX.
Anyways, I’m sort of thinking how I’m going to turn seventeen just a week from now. 17. SEVENTEEN. I’m almost an adult, yet never felt like one. I know I’ve always looked older than I really am. A curse or a blessing, I’m not really sure. It could easily have been a blessing, but calling it a curse is not bad either.
On Friday, I’ll have my last salary. I’d be leaving this summer job and I’d be bumming out the following week. What’s next for me? School. Yeah. I really miss school.
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