Whiney Kid

I whine a lot. Whine whine whine. I often do so while drinking wine, but even without any sorta influence I can whine like the best of them.

For the longest time, I refrained from blogging because I didn't like it anymore. I didn't like the persona portrayed. It came naturally to me once, but now I find myself trying too hard, being too emotional, being too open.

This happens often enough that over the years, I've got about fifteen blogs (not all anonymous) and like four blogger accounts. I'd like to think that it reflects the evolution of my mentality. But really sometimes I find that I've just gotten better at ranting about the same shit in more romanticised ways.

So in regards to that last post, I'm okay. I was sad, but I got over it. I'm less bothered by things nowadays. I've been trying to not sweat the small things, and to understand that the big things happen for a reason. Everything happens for a reason. That's how I got here, right?

And I'm glad that I got here. I'm glad that finally, the world around me is finally making sense. I'm thankful that I'm finally making more sense to me. I swear, that psych degree paid off.

So I'm here today to remind myself this: Do what you wanna do, write what you wanna write, and whine what you wanna whine.

Out of all ways I like to escape, writing is the least harmful. And most beneficial (I gym wayyy too much......).

Now excuse me for I will be rereading The Fault In Our Stars, hopefully finding some functional satire in the novel, because apparently socially-conscious novels are pointless. I don't know where that came from.

P/s: I'm a lot more quiet IRL now, so please don't take offence... I'm not angry or cold! I'd just rather keep my mouth shut than say something I'd regret. Xo