Hello. This is my first post of the year, yay.

I used to write for people. Or at least think I do. I used to think I want people to relate with what I write or at least find an inspiration. “Be an inspiration”, that’s literally my vague and ambiguous aspiration in life when I was in high school. And for the longest time it was a major drive for me to excel in everything I do, be constantly productive, and pursue the biggest dreams. I wanted to leave a mark in this world before I die. And by mark I meant a huge mark in the world that everyone can see and remember, whatever it is. That includes my writing.

Then life happens. I’m not the ambitious and super-driven guy I once was, but I still love writing. I just never write on my blog anymore. Why? Cause I sometimes feel like whatever I’m gonna write, people are gonna find them immature. (That’s what my ex said a few years ago and I believed it). Or know how unsophisticated my English skills are. Or get disillusioned and realised I’m not as composed, and mature, and stable as I appear to be.

But starting now, these thoughts are gonna be irrelevant. I’m doing this for me. Share whatever piece of me I want to share to the world, whenever I feel like, however I feel like.