Disclaimer: I’m never really good at the titles. Writing the content seems to fare better for me.
It is currently 12:51 AM and I haven’t eaten lunch yet. That doesn’t seem like a dire situation (yes, I know what “dire” means), but not eating makes me more cranky and antsy. But I’ll survive. I was telling myself if I needed to keep writing in different blogs. Due to technical reasons, I actually have 4 to 5 blogs, 3 of them that I don’t use anymore. Unless you count my Wattpad account that I use to write my stories. In all fairness, I rarely do blogging these days. I used to write a lot in my high school years, but the most writing I do now is either online, or in my journals occasionally.
I constantly swing back and forth between wanting to have my writing published, but still keeping some of it private inside my own Pandora’s Box. I don’t mind discussing certain things about my life. It’s good to talk to others across the world. We live in such an intrusive society where you can hack onto an account though. Along with the fact that you never know who is typing behind a computer screen. I’m that rare exception. Anytime you see writing from my profiles, it will always be me. No one else uses my account since my privacy is respected.
I’ve had public accounts before, but not much attention. I did have 500 followers on Twitter once but that felt intense even for me. So I deactivated it, started a new one, and now only have 141 followers. Now my Twitter and Instagram are private. I still kind of get creeped out at the idea of thousands of people seeing your social media feed online. It’s understandable as a celebrity, but a regular person? No. My life isn’t even that exciting. It has its moments, but I’m a human being like everyone else. That being said, I need to stop typing because my left hand is aching a bit. Peace.