Grateful Journal.

Friday, March 10, 2017

I'm not good with words, much less expressing myself and that's how this blog came about. Diary? Used that before too but I guess I got tired from writing, with the smudges and all due to my handwriting. This way is better- I can blog anytime at my own convenience. Battery phone jangan lupa.

Words. With the right words, tone and annunciation, listening to something nice, sweet or even romantic could leave you feeling good. Use the wrong one and congratulations, you're one foot away from six feet down under. The exact same words could cut you up into pieces like a knife. One should always be careful, mindful with the words they are using. Unknowingly, it could hurt another person indirectly. The power of words:  I knew a long time ago.

Why I choose to write a composition than abbreviations? I'm long-winded, I get it. But at the same time, it shows how the person means to me that I actually take the time off to put it nicely. Maybe you did not see the effort I'm putting like seriously, how to see right. I can just be anyhow and wouldn't care less but I don't think it's nice or appropriate.

How many times I've been hurt by words? Countless. Hurting in silence. I'm pretty much good at it. Let it eats me up. Wiping my tears in the public, sadly I can say that I'm used to it too. I'm bespectacled so people couldn't really tell. I simply want to run away from this feeling so take me away to a better place.

Hungry and don't feel like eating. I could do with a little weight shed.

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