I hardly had this kinda feeling. When someone bumped into your blog and said good things about your writings (Most of the times are unplanned). Unplanned when I didn’t plot any of those. Totally a random thots of mine were being published in the social media. I am flattered. Not because of the compliment (If it’s what they called it) but for those who really understand me inside out, they will know. How I put such a high admiration to those who called themselves a good thinker, to me, is a good writer as well. As for me, I am slowly climbing those walls. Started with my daily routine being written on public, and how I captured the audience with my travelogue (If I had any) plus how I looked on things and raised up issues from it. My goal is to be good at both. Not to say a speaker as me myself, most of the time regrets on what I have been saying so personally, I` d rather be observant and let my keyboard do the task.
I called myself a good listener, no doubt. They even said I will make a good counsellor but hell yeah. I am still human being. My ugly truth might have been hidden somewhere in my closets. Or in a case floating in the sea who knows? I wore smile mask on my face so that it reflects the happiness in me when the fact it doesn’t. I am just a girl with deep wounds inside. What you saw are not even quarter of me yet. I have many secret to tell. Lies are everywhere. Dont be fool on believing what youre seeing. I am not even myself at times. Thanks for those who happened to read this and hope it could relate on you in any ways. Well at least I could have climbed another step forward on becoming a good storyteller J
Till then.
Love me, F
