So, if you do follow my Dayre, (which I write extensively due to the convenience), you will know my sampatness/ craziness in a whole new level but today, I revisited my good ol' bloggy and I guess, I realise that I do miss typing and pouring my heart here.
In Dayre, I do have quite a few (to me is like a lot lah!) followers and silent readers because it is a small community. Here, I feel like I am talking to a wall because I don't know if my thoughts are heard here as compared to in Dayre. Dayre was once perfect la.
Nevertheless, a perfect world will never be perfect forever.
Dayre has impacted my life quite drastically because I am very real there. No hiding my emotions, thoughts (although with a lot of tact) or my craziness there. I type as I talk, so whatever you read, it is how I talk. I kid you not!
I find myself opening up more in Dayre and at one point, it was my only escape route for me. I was hit by a personal crisis earlier this year and I nearly gave up. But, somehow, Dayre saved me. I learn to express my sadness, my anger, my frustration and my happiness with writing albeit my writing is not decorated with impressive and bombastic sentences, I learn, for the first time, to express myself.
Writing has always been one of my hobby, my old love, my high school sweetheart. I remember I was being made fun of by my other friends who did read my blog about the way I wrote when I first started blogging. While I was embarrassed, I never wanted to give up writing. So, the next best thing was to improve my writing skills. I started to read more and trained myself to write with proper be tenses, verbs and nouns.
Sometimes, simplicity conveys the message better, I think.
I can write long and complicated essays, cloak with extravagant literature, but I choose not to here and in Dayre, simply because it is not me. While I appreciate literature and I do see the beauty in it, I choose to stay simple with the way I write, simply because I for one, know how reading can impact one's life.
I write as if I am talking to you because eventhough you are merely reading what I am typing here, I want you to feel as if I am talking to you and reaching out to you. I may not have as much readers here as compared to Dayre but I guess my blog is my old love, a love that I cannot let go of no matter how I tried.
Bloggy, thank you for being here for me.