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 my lifeline is writing

my mental health is greatly affected with my ability to express, through actions, words and texts. I go on and try to post a little something here and there with hope there's someone out there that will able to see right through me. To read between the lines and truly felt and empathized with me.


I am not a superior writer

heck, not even a consistent one.

I write whenever needed, each platform has its own language and target audience.

And this blog, my only target audience is my future self. Hoping that whenever I needed to dig deep on my history, I have the place for it

People who only knows me through my blog maybe will have this idea of a dark, depressed me all the time because apparently I am most inspired to write during difficult time.

The truth is, it is worse here that what it really is.

This is my safe space, where my thoughts runs free and my fingers translates it continuosly

it is not a space to impress, to attract nor to gather opinions.

and it is more than I can ever ask for

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