It’s been two years of soul searching.
I am feeling things that only my imaginary movie photo sets could explain. In getting lost, I have found myself. I stopped writing regularly for two years, in my journals and on my old blog. I’ve been trying to restart my old blog since a few months ago but it feels wrong. It feels wrong because that’s not who I am anymore and I will preserve it as a tribute to my old self. I don’t know if it’s just me, but I have so much respect for people who don’t delete old posts on facebook no matter how obnoxious their old selves might be. It’s all about the journey, not about the destination. I have gone through so much evolving in a span of four semesters in college. I guess it just happens when you move out. I was a kid who was never left alone, I grew up with an audience watching me. I censored myself a lot before for the sake of my ‘image’. Whatever that is. This is my greatest gift to you, my true self. No censorship, no one controlling me anymore, no tv network, no scripted bullshit. I don’t just owe it to my readers, I owe it to myself. Deuces!
♡ A R I A ♡