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So Caught Up

My last post was last July, and I am really..kind of.. disappointed with myself. We all know how college takes all our time and energy that we might not have any motivation to do anything as we get home, but here I am, a lazy bum, going online everyday, but never had that "push" to make me post anything here.

Reason?

I suddenly give up when I ask myself: "What am I supposed to blog about anyway?"

Ironic how I'm taking Journalism as a course in college, and there I was, giving up without even trying.

Now I won't be talking about how we shouldn't give up on our dreams, because we really shouldn't. Life gives us a lot of choices ahead and it's up to us to choose which road to take, and I know that I've taken the wrong ones.

Honestly. it's also because I've given up. I lost hope that nobody ever reads this blog of mine. I've seen successful bloggers and seen how beautiful their creations are and I know that I am still in "Level 1".

But then, blogging everyday wouldn't be a bad idea. Maybe it will help me improve my writing skills even. Some people wouldn't appreciate it but I know someone out there would... And I am hoping that. In a few minutes...maybe hours...maybe days, if I ever see the ratings of my blog go up, I just wanna say, that if you're reading this right now, THANK YOU. Thank you that even though it took me quite a long time to update this blog, you took time to visit and check. I would also want to apologize to some of you who might have waited and given up hope.

If you ever want to contact me, just go HERE and you can contact me easily. If you have any concerns, let me know... or if you want me to post about something, please, don't hesitate to ask.


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