Sometimes I have a feel that being in the open air actually cuts my imaginations. There is a sense to tied down feel. I know, that, in turn hampers my flow and then I feel that I did the biggest mistake by closing down my previous blog.
I understand virtuality here.People want to be in disguise all the time. I really appriciated blogging ever since I started doing it. It used to be my platform where I could actually vent out all those hidden outbursts in me. I have been writing so that I have the relief of being open to someone somewhere.. I always wanted to be heard, to be consoled.. may be criticised and also cuddled, since I was tired of being a teen..
Somewhere the nasty teen in me got all the happiness I wanted when I blogged. Like all, I wanted to be someone else, and there I had everywindow to be someone else. Or may be I wanted to be myself - my true self and I really did want to tell the world things I never dared to say in real surroundings - I dont care a damn!!
I understand virtuality here.People want to be in disguise all the time. I really appriciated blogging ever since I started doing it. It used to be my platform where I could actually vent out all those hidden outbursts in me. I have been writing so that I have the relief of being open to someone somewhere.. I always wanted to be heard, to be consoled.. may be criticised and also cuddled, since I was tired of being a teen..
Somewhere the nasty teen in me got all the happiness I wanted when I blogged. Like all, I wanted to be someone else, and there I had everywindow to be someone else. Or may be I wanted to be myself - my true self and I really did want to tell the world things I never dared to say in real surroundings - I dont care a damn!!
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