I love to write. I really do. Despite my frequent grammar
and spelling mistakes, it is something I truly enjoy. I'm actually writing a
novel, which I love like it's a living creature. The thing is, only very few people
know about it. And since this blog is under a false name I can actually tell
you that I am writing a book. I'm not ready to spill the details as this is a
blog and ideas can be taken, but I will tell you that it is a fantasy fiction
novel. I think it has potential, but then again I might just be byist, haha.
Anyhow, the reason why I came to blog today is that, back in 2009-2010, I was a very lonely soul. I left my high school and decided to do correspondence because of bullying, and also because correspondence was a way to teach me responsibility and about the real world. The only problem was was that my world of friends and social times was left behind. I became a recluse and hid in my own house, only venturing out when I had to go to the store or get my hair cut. In a way my social etique stopped and I very much struggled when it came to conversations with others. I buried myself in music and my studies as a way of coping from, basically, having no friends. I learnt who my true friends were because the ones who called themselves my friends didn't talk to me since I left. I couldn't say this then but I'm definitely better off without them.
During my year of "isolation" I spent a lot of time with my nana. She was my rock through all of my hard times and for that I am truly grateful. I love/loved dearly.
One of my old friends from middle school actually rang me up one day and pretty much demanded that I get out of the house and hang with her. She helped me also brake through some of my struggles and even today I consider her one of the main reasons I was able to grasp some of the old me. Bit by bit some of my old friends from high school started getting in contact with me and helped me locate some of the old me that was lost in that lonely year.
Even though that year was a trying time for me, I am so very grateful for that lonely year. It taught me so much; to be grateful for your friends and family and appreciate the ones in your life, never lose faith in who you are and most of all follow your dreams. If I never went through that time in my life, I wouldn't have found the path for my novel.
This isn't really a secret. It's more of a truth. Despite rocky mountains and treacherous rivers and rocks you'll face in life, it's meant to happen for a reason, and with persistence and hope, things will work your way if you work hard and never give up.
Anyhow, the reason why I came to blog today is that, back in 2009-2010, I was a very lonely soul. I left my high school and decided to do correspondence because of bullying, and also because correspondence was a way to teach me responsibility and about the real world. The only problem was was that my world of friends and social times was left behind. I became a recluse and hid in my own house, only venturing out when I had to go to the store or get my hair cut. In a way my social etique stopped and I very much struggled when it came to conversations with others. I buried myself in music and my studies as a way of coping from, basically, having no friends. I learnt who my true friends were because the ones who called themselves my friends didn't talk to me since I left. I couldn't say this then but I'm definitely better off without them.
During my year of "isolation" I spent a lot of time with my nana. She was my rock through all of my hard times and for that I am truly grateful. I love/loved dearly.
One of my old friends from middle school actually rang me up one day and pretty much demanded that I get out of the house and hang with her. She helped me also brake through some of my struggles and even today I consider her one of the main reasons I was able to grasp some of the old me. Bit by bit some of my old friends from high school started getting in contact with me and helped me locate some of the old me that was lost in that lonely year.
Even though that year was a trying time for me, I am so very grateful for that lonely year. It taught me so much; to be grateful for your friends and family and appreciate the ones in your life, never lose faith in who you are and most of all follow your dreams. If I never went through that time in my life, I wouldn't have found the path for my novel.
This isn't really a secret. It's more of a truth. Despite rocky mountains and treacherous rivers and rocks you'll face in life, it's meant to happen for a reason, and with persistence and hope, things will work your way if you work hard and never give up.
