PURE BULLSHIT | 5 years
i don't remember the exact date, but i started writing this blog in March 2010. so yeah, my blog is 5 years old now. if it was a baby, it would already go to school in the UK. i would be a proud mother. or i mean, i am. basically.
i am not that kind of a blogger who would bake a cake to celebrate it (okay i drew some but that was just to make this post more reader-friendly) or make you all participate in a giveaway or write cheesy essays about how super-great-awesome you, my followers, are (you most likely are just that. but i'd prefer to skip all those sugar-coated posts, deal?). instead, i gave something like a gift to myself - i allowed myself to delete any post i did not like anymore. i had done it before, but not in such drastic way. i literally erased every single article that made me cringe, either because of the photos or tthe ext or the topic or whatever. some might say that it wasn't right and that it was a part of my life and blah blah, but i do not feel like the me that wrote the posts anymore. i am a completely different person, neither better nor worse, and i would not identify with all the content now. it had to be weeded out. cleaned and organised. revised.
now i can finally be properly proud.
(for a while)
okay, now a bit of cheesy bullshit.
i'd quite positively say picking up blogging, alongside moving abroad and getting inked, was one of the best decisions i've ever made. i shaped my blog and it shaped me in return. it gave me a platform to express myself and by that i sort of discovered myself. (oh lord, my own choice of words makes me want to puke)
i met so many great people on Blogger, and they are my real friends now. i even share a flat with one of them, but that's a different story.
i am really thankful for all your support, even though i still find it quite amusing. i mean, i am such an annoying, pathetic weirdo in real life. and you'd probably discard that 'you're so cool' comment after seeing me dragging a 12-pack of toilet paper and multiple bags overflowing with food dressed in sweatpants and knee-high socks with no make-up and greasy hair on my way from Lidl, or when i have a my-mind-is-fucked-up episode and all i do is lay in bed and weep and listen to Nick Cave on repeat (like today) and so on. being occasionally recognised on the streets in CZ feels really strange to me and i always act like a proper dork when talking to the lovely readers who approach me. i am probably more stressed out than them, ha.
but the biggest blogging achievement for me is whenever someone writes me that i changed their life. that i helped them out. that i made them see things differently.
i usually cry.
thank you all.
i can promise you this place won't disappear any time soon.