Confessions

I graduated college feeling sad because of some empty accomplishments. Making this website is supposed to reignite the fire I was losing from being lost into the world of other people. A world that I entered while transitioning into adulthood. The day I left my corporate job was the day I planned to finally work on this, a starting point for doing the things I always wished to do as a kid, not knowing that one day I'd be confident enough to say to myself that I could literally do anything I put my heart into. A world of arts and crafts, just as I imagined as a 10-year-old wasting fevicol on incomplete projects watching M.A.D. on Pogo. I recently overcame my fear of reading, and I hope now this website helps me overcome my fear of writing. To finally understand what my mom and other people have been telling me about making sense of things by writing and not just thinking about them. Here, I wish to write about things that garner my attention and learn how to create an immersive space in the reader's mind by creating stories. I want to be able to write in a way that makes me enjoy reading any particular thing. Find my own style inspired by the likes of Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy books. Journal the stuff I am up to and try to mix knowledge over friend circles. I am 241 words into this post, and I hope I have made my intentions clear on why christiangirls dot site.
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I moved back home in December last year, and into the old room, I used to share with my sister. Setting up a new desk is always exciting, and I am happy that the first thing I worked on was this website on the desk. I am also learning to make life less predictable by being in the present over living inside my head. Things are always exciting when they are unexpected, and I am trying to be a person who isn't predicting their next move and just be here absorbing the present. Also, as some guy once said, hell is other people (which only gets truer every day), and living in the present isolates you from them. It's just you and whatever is in front, and you find comfort in things that are around you rather than things that should be around you. Then suddenly, your mom enters the room asking you to step out cos some stupid fucking guest is over, and all this rational thinking goes into the gutter. Here's to being honest with yourself on feelings over thoughts. Emotions are cool, and feeling them without conclusions is cooler.
Is this good writing? I wonder what the others are writing. Whenever you are out of ideas, just be meta. It's like having a cheat code. Alright, I said my piece, and with this, I also wrote 500 words.