So after a year or so, I come back to tumblr.
I believe my tumblr is about 5? years old now.. or even 6. I have embarrassing stuff on here, still. i’m not removing them, because they’ve shaped me, and became me.
I wonder who’s still left on tumblr, and who will read my journal. I’m talking about my real followers. Well actually, no matter. I never started this to share my things or interact with anyone. If someone finds my tumblr, if he or she finds me interesting.. they will read on.
I’ve gone thru a lot. I have changed a lot. I’ve grown up, but I’ve also lost quite a bit of me. All the things I’ve shed over these years, are they all damages? or were they layers i kept to protect real me. If then, why had I been keeping them on, and made myself difficult to confront real me. idk what the hell i’m talking about. statistically, I’ve kissed 3 different people in recent years, and I spent my Valentines days with 2 different people. And interestingly, this year will be my first year in long time I spend my Valentines day alone.
Actually Valentines day is also conventional. so it doesn’t mean that much to me whoever i spend with, or I spend it alone.
what the hell im talking about? i dont know.
maybe someone who feels lost or in a situation to put themselves together will understand. Or now i’m only meant to be understood by those people. No, I want only to be understood by heartbroken and fragile people. Not others.
