It’s been 21 days since I’ve blogged. I’ve realized that keeping a blog isn’t something you can do when you’re bored. You really have to take care of it, or else it will be abandoned like another thousands blogs on this site. Or any other sites. That, I think, is the hardest thing of a blog. Not to write a few hundred words now and then. It’s to keep on going, even with all the other shitty things happening in your life.
I’m trying to keep going, of course I am. But there are a few things that might get in the way of that. First of all, I’m going to write a novel. Yes, I must admit, this isn’t the first time trying. (And it sure won’t be the last). But I realized that whenever I write something, or have a project of my own, I feel so satisfied. Even if I won’t complete it. It just give me this feeling of direction, like I’m finally doing something good with my life, not just another wasted day as usual. Besides, this time, I have a really good idea. I always say that though, this one is the one. But all these ideas never took me anywhere. I think this one will. And no, I’m not going to share it with you guys. Sorry.
Second of all, fucking school. It’s almost the end of the school year and I have to get a few A’s or else I’ll be fucked. So there’s that. I just need a little more concentration and things will be fine.
Then there is this thing. Or person…. Alex. Yeah. As you have probably read from the title, and if you add a little logic to it, something will happen on the 1st of May. I’m not asking him to be my boyfriend though, nope. Nope nope nope pediedope. No fucking way. But I will tell him what I feel. With that I mean: “Hey, I need to tell you something. I really really really really really really like you.” (did anyone of you sang along to I Really Like You by Carly Rea Jepsen?) Anyway, something like that. And it’s up to him what he’ll do with that piece of information.
This is a really big thing for me. Not just because I’m a big fat pussy and chicken out often. It’s because I will FINALLY follow my own advice and take a fucking risk. I don’t like taking risks. They’re the worst. They are literally my worst nightmare. Being out of my comfort zone is not something I like to do.And by the process of doing that, inevitably getting hurt. I don’t like to get hurt, I’ve been hurt too much. I think a lot of you guys can agree with that.
So. May 1st will be a very important day to me. Naturally, I will blog about it. I’ve thought about this so much, about how things will play out that it is forced to go that way. Oh God—what am I doing? In my mind, I now must tell him because since I’ve blogged about it, people will expect me to do it.
Just to throw it out there, there is a 50% chance that I will chicken out.
F* My Life.