So hi, can I just say, you are looking very good today, and thank you for clicking on this blog. I am well aware that this isn't a blog site, but I have tried many a website for blogging, but I couldn't use them. So I decided to try something I use a lot; Wattpad. Presuming you've read the description, you know that I love writing, and what better way to do it? Than amongst people just like me.
That's basically how we've ended up here, I guess.
For personal reasons, I'd like to keep this blog anonymous, so I'm very sorry but I won't be telling you my name or posting pictures of myself or my friends or family etc.
If anyone actually reads this, comment what you'd like to call me. As in the description, I'll be calling myself *drum roll please* 'Little Big Imagination', because that's how I see myself. Y'all can call me whatever, Little Big, Little Big Imagination, Alone Tonight, Tonight, Alo- actually don't call me alone, you get the idea, but please no cuss words. Yeah I see you there!
My actual birthday isn't actually 1st January 2000, again for anonymity.
I haven't read many blogs, as I said, I just cannot work this technology, I sound like my Grandma omigosh. 'Darling how do I turn this computer on' 'Press the on button' 'Yes I did that and it turned green and the moniter turned on, so I pulled the plug out, what do I do now?' WHY. Is it just my grandparents who just 'can't technologise' as they put it?
Aaaaanyways, so from the few I read, they're like 'today I got up at 8:53' and ate some coco pops for breakfast'. Is it just me or does no one want to read that drony rubbish.
I want to talk about travelling, about the way my brain works, about anything and everything, about panic attacks to pretty sunsets, about good experiences and bad alike, about the past, present and future, about friendships and relationships, about anything you guys want me to, and about anything and everything.
I might do some rants on here as well, about anything that bothers me.
You know when you shake a can of coke, and the pressure builds up, so when you open it, it explodes and goes everywhere. I feel like a can of coke, and everyday, I get shaken more and more, and the pressure keeps on building and building, and one of these days, someone is going to open me, so to speak, take my lid off . And I'm going to explode. Writing things down has always helped me to release some of the pressure, just spilling out all of my thoughts and emotions, but I find when other people read it, it helps me more. Like people are hearing what I say, like I have a purpose to write them down. This said, I'm not the kind of person who can take my tear stained, ink blotted, scrawled messy emotion covered piece of paper to my parents and be like 'this is how I'm feeling'. So this, this is perfect, I don't have to be that perfect daughter, big sister, little sister, person. I can be me.
That's why I'm writing this, I guess.
So I can be me.
Please read, follow, vote, add to library, comment, and all that, because I'd love to know what you guys think.
Lots of love, New found friend,
Little Big Imagination xxx