When I started this blog, I was kind of sure I would find it easy to write something whenever I wanted. Well, now I see that’s not that simple.
I think I’ve become a slacker blogger. I didn’t even worry about it when I started, but now for some reason it matters to me. Not how many likes or new followers or comments I get, but the frequence of my posts. Suddenly the blog is like a child I’ve started neglecting. And it’s not like nothing has been happening lately, I just have no idea of what to write.
It’s been quite tough lately, with my friends fighting, the college getting dull and without my therapy (it’s been more than a month since my last session). It’s gonna start again next week, but I surely missed it.
In some ways, I think this month was productive: I managed to get through a lot of things without freaking out, like my ex, who I kind of still like, fucking a guy I started flirting with, twice.And yeah, that’s after he said we had become “good friends”. And even though I realy feel like dropping college, I didn’t.
Still, I can’t say it didn’t have it’s problems: my performance dropped a lot in the college, and I couldn’t create anything interesting, like a text or a painting. It may sound silly, but the art is really important to me, it’s my best therapy.
I’m doing my efforts to try and get back into blogging, since it has become something so meaningful to me. I hope I can get back with some interesting stuff next post.
And thanks for anyone who reads this, don’t get me wrong with what I say: it’s not that you’re not important, whenever I see that someone liked my posts I love it, but it’s just… well, the truth. Getting many views never was my goal, so… I won’t lie about it.