As you can see, I've skipped a whole year not writing anything. In fact, I've never thought of continuing writing at all but here I am, hitting my keyboard, trying to deliver whatever messages that'll come through my mind. Was I busy? Not really. Was I lazy? Most probably. Have I forgotten about the existence of this blog? Not at all. So what's stopping me from writing again? Well......
Actually I don't really have an answer to that. Mostly I just didn't feel like writing and my time is spent mostly on my phone, doing what teenagers nowadays usually do. I'm not on computer as much as I am with my phone for whatever reasons.
I don't know what's the use of this blog anymore. The stats of this site ( i just looked it up ) is not pleasing to my eyes. I don't even think anyone will be reading this and man have I no clue what's the point of me writing this. Maybe some weirdo will be kind enough to stop by and read this, hopefully. But what good will it do anyways? Omg I'm starting to talk trash.
Truthfully, I didn't even think when I'm writing this so the words are just nonsense and I'm not even sorry. Whatever it is, I feel called to say that I am truly embarrassed of who I was when I started this blog. Reading the old posts made me cringe I can't even tell how bad they are. I used to be disgusting omg. And 'Miss Purple Life' ...? What kind of name is that? What was I thinking when I came up with that? What a bimbo. Sounds like a freaking 9 years old's idea.
I've forgotten many things about blogging. I don't remember how to use codes and editing. No wonder this page looks like a piece of shite. I can't believe I'm trashtalking my own blog. But it is, it's trash. I hate how stupid I was back then, I hate how the links are blue with stupid underlines underneath them, I hate how the music is not playing, I hate the fact that my followers used to be 500 and now it's decreasing. In all the hates, I do actually like some things. The header, the dates at the side, the title's border or wtv you call it, the little bug at the upper left of the page. Cutie.
I can go on talking bad stuffs and write longer than my SPM's essay because obviously, that's what I'm good at. At least, for the time being. I've grown to be someone with a sassy attitude if you know what I mean. But every beginning has their ends. I'm stopping now. I'm not planning to write anything again but we can't predict the future. It's not like anyone will be reading this. Goodbye for now.