So before I carry on writing, I would like to first warn everyone of you who is reading this that these are my rants and thoughts because I'm feeling really emo (hate using this word) now and I need to get all of this shit of my chest. to feel better, that's something i usually do, except that used to be on paper a few years ago, and now I guess a blog would be much suitable. Perhaps this will be a teenage phase/mid-life crisis I'm going through and will probably laugh at way back when I'm older. I don't know. And pardon the grammatical mistakes, I'm in such a mood that I really need to get all of my thoughts out, so my brain is in a total funk, and doesn't really regard grammar as important.
Sometimes I do feel that writing on this blog is like talking to myself. I do feel that perhaps no one is even reading what I write. You know, what's the saddest thing that can happen to a writer? It is that of the feeling or knowing that no one is reading your works, the works that you have spent the entire night working on, sacrificing the time for your homework, for your studies. It just that simple. No one is acknowledging your works, no one is giving you recognition for what you have painstakingly done up. Sometimes I do have this feeling that why is this blog not getting the recognition it truly deserves. I've had mapped up all the reasons for this: I'm guessing all the successful blogs are about their style and outfits. Some of the most successful blogs are all about photos and pictures of themselves, someone else, something they see. I think that's what people actually want to read in blogs, no one wants to read your piece of junk, especially when you have no authority whatsoever in this field. Who are you to comment on whether a collection is good or bad, when you don't know how much hard work is put into every garment. I'm just too shy and awkward to post pictures of myself online. Maybe one day I will do so, but that day will be the day when I truly realise that I'm not doing all of this outfit posts just to get famous or what, I'm doing it because I know someone will look at these photos and get inspired in their own way, the way i do when I read blogs like StyleBubble or Fashion Bits and Bobs. I've to keep on reminding myself that what I'm blogging right now is not for the fame/recognition/fashion invites I could be getting. It's for my readers out there. I'm hoping that this blog will be a good source of entertainment, inspiration for you all and perhaps I will try to focus and work on this aspect.
Along the way of making this blog, I think I screwed up quite a bit. I've made unintentional mistakes that offended people on twitter, unknowingly pissed others off of what I wrote on this blog, and just offending and making enemies along the way. In a way, people start to ignore me, and just losing friendships when not knowing what happened. I'm thinking of closing this blog down and start all over again. But the thought of everything just gone to waste, all the hard work to make it successful it just too stupid. I don't know, I really don't. If people can start forgiving me and salvage friendships, perhaps my life will get better.
Oh god, now I think this sounds like a suicide note, but rest assured it's not. I'm hurt, but I'm still strong (but on the verge of breaking down), and I will never resort to means of ending my problems just that. Though I have thoughts of that before. I just don't get this competitive industry, everyone is vying to outdo one another. If only I could turn back time and go back to months back or even before I was born, and plead to God that I do not want to get into the fashion industry. Just anything else, just not something that can cause my life to turn upside down.
Sometimes in life, it's just too hard to grapple with things. It's just too complicated, too confusing, too stupid, too shitty and what not. Ok, journal entry is over. I do feel much better now and hope that dreams will make me happy. I guess I really do hate reality. Sigh......







