Scatteredfafa

I consider myself a very secretive person. I admit, I'm not good at hiding my feelings and emotions. Annoying Karens can see the roll of my eyes behind my forced smile, and my crushes can detect the blush hiding underneath my expressionless face. The whole world (actually just people who read my blog or makes an effort to know me) knows that I'm both happy and sad, an embodiment of summer and winter, a still heat or a wrecking torpedo, only the extremes, no in betweens. I'm not good at hiding my emotions, and I don't intend to. I'm very vain despite the bouts of insecurities; the sky needs to know I'm in a bad mood and thus should rain accordingly, the sun needs to know that I'm happy and so should dim its light as I will be bright enough.  But I only ever reveal that much. I don't tell people the reasons behind the absent-minded smile or the sudden burst of tears. I feel the urge to keep this to myself, these reasons. Why? Because if people don't kn...

It has been a while since I've written anything. I guess no one reading what I have to say has discouraged me from writing. The truth is, no one wants to perform in the dark for their whole lives, no one wants to sing to only deaf people, and I don't want to write letters only to myself.  But I realised, I believe one day people will read my work. I should keep on writing like Van Gogh who kept on painting even though no one appreciated his work and even mocked him. I will write as if no one is reading.