Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart

It has almost been a year since I last blogged at this beautiful space. This space has been here for 7 years and it has been a pretty accurate depiction of V, my persona on this space. So much of this blog was a part of me and yet also a part of the fictional person I wanted society (or my friends) to perceive me to be. It appears that I (like many teenage girls at my age) had a more than slight obsession with food, love and body image. Whatever this space was, it was mine and it was real. So, at 21 years old (the great 21, the holy grail of cross roads between pubescent teen and adulthood), I look back at these posts the same way we all do with old diaries, cringing yet secretly thankful that this time has passed. I contemplated deleting certain blog entries or the entire blog as a whole, but I stopped and realised that at the end of the day: this blog was me. I WAS this crazy, ignorant, passionate youth who's very outdated blog still attracts 57 people a day and you know what? I am thankful for that. Thank you to whoever you are who has ever bothered to read this space. Your views brought me joy.

“Try as we might, we write what we write”