It's been a while since I blogged here. Anyway, i just only (very outdated aunty) downloaded the app Dayre. I'm blogging a little more often there than I use to here! It's so much more convenient.
I'll be blogging on-the-go at dayre.me/goheunice. So follow me to read my daily shiz!
I spent my past 2 weeks contemplating on whether to write about this or not. And then it struck my mind. It doesn't matter what I write about, because you wouldn't read it. I spent most of my time thinking about you, the times I spend not thinking about you, I still secretly am. All that and the figurative image of me don't even cross your mind for a split second. I cried.
The furuncle that appeared on left foot after my Camp5 visit stayed around for little over 2 weeks. Having no idea what it was then, I treated it with tons of saline water and antiseptic cream thrice a day. Everything got from worse to worst after the second week. It hurt so much I could barely limp my way across the hall, but I had to get to my university. I drive a stick and not an auto, so getting to where I needed to go requires a lot of work from the left part of my body. Shifting gears and stepping on clutches have been my everyday life ever since I got my learners permit. So my only option was to…
Since the last time I was here, everything has changed. One of them which shone the brightest and caught the attention of all; so bright that nobody, not a single living form noticed every other thing that has already been changed and is still changing about me.
I guess you could say that it was quite a spectacular distraction. You do something outrageous and attention-seeking, in the best way of course, and that's all your left with. Finally, no one notices the demon side of you. More importantly, no one can judge you. And for once, maybe you can do things without having to constantly consider the disagreements of society. You get the chance to tuck away your flaws from the public's eye. The other side of you; your distortion, imperfection, glitches and birthmarks are suddenly gone for a while. If you choose to believe it, that is.
But despite everything that has changed about me, be it good or bad, I'm very okay with it.
Well first off, if you've only gotten to know me just recently (these past couple years that is), you most probably would only know a hand full of facts about me. And that is even if we spent every minute of the day together. But if you have known me since half a decade ago or less, and are still friends with me, you'd seemingly know what I'm about to blabber on in this post. Let's hope it's not as lengthy as all my other emotional posts.
Disclaimer: I honestly am not trying to promote myself or to nourish the fact that I am very significant or anything. And neither am I trying to discriminate any other types of people. It's kinda weird to have to put a disclaimer note here but I just had to.
After everything that I've experienced and gone through the last 5 years or so, I've come to a point where I start ranking every new person I meet before getting to know more about them. Don't judge a book by it's cover,…