Hello Again

Whoa, it's actually been a whole month since my last post, and probably over a month since my last significant post. I think the problem was that I didn't know what I wanted to say. I didn't know what kind of voice I wanted to have. I'm still not sure honestly.

But

I realized that I rather post something, write anything, than do nothing at all.
In the last month, I've celebrated my 18th birthday, reunited with old friends, applied for a job, got a new laptop, and hosted my school's first semi formal dance. Life has been good. Nothing to complain about.

But

I've been thinking a lot about my future, and where I want to go with my writing. I'm always the person that people talk to when they are confused on their direction. I see other people's lives in a very simplistic perspective. Nothing is complicated until you make it complicated. However, when it comes to my own life, I guess you could say that I'm pretty hypocritical in that sense. I have a habit of over-thinking (as most teens do) and that gets in the way of a lot of things. I've recently told many friends ways that they can get started in their field, whether that be graphic design, photography, fashion, etc. I always urge them to start now, that there is no reason they cannot do what they love now. But I forget to tell myself that.

I forget that I can be writing right now. I forget that I have a voice, and whether one person reads my article, or 1000, my voice is important. Maybe I'm lazy, or maybe I just scared.

Either way, I want to take my own advice.

Not Another Teenage Blogger...

Yes, yes it is another teenage blogger.

Of course, 2015 seems a little late to step into the oh so competitive world of blogging, anything is better late than never right? Or at least that's what I try to tell myself before spending 5 hours reading about blog platform and HTML coding. Which, just to let you guys know, I still have no understanding of. So, time wasted? Maybe not.

Last night, I was emotional. You know, stereotypical teenage girl type of emotional where you just want to roll around on the floor and cry and listen to very intense dream-pop music, because who else can feel your pain better than Beach House? Come on, Real Love, Gila? Those songs are meant for my body on floor, featuring a tear or two.  Okay, maybe three.

Anyways, that whole this was weird. Yes, very weird. I was getting emotional because, well, I don't know. I don;t know, and I think it's okay not to know sometimes. Why do people always feel that there needs to be a reason for someone to be emotional? I'm young, and I'm dumb, and sometimes I just want to scream and shout, and other times, I just want to tell the world that I love you all.

This post, is just a post. It's just me talking, literally, to myself, or to you, in my room. But, I think it's always the beginning of something. It could be the beginning of something really significant, to at least. And with that, I'm pretty happy. After my emotional drama, I realized that I wanted to take another go at blogging (yes, I've tried and failed multiple times, but never give up right?) and do something just for me. Just for Zuw. but I also wanted to share with you guys (whoever you guys are). So, this whole thing, as you've probably noticed from the title, is about being true to yourself and being true to others. So, this is me trying to be true to Zuw.