Beginnings As They Always Will Be ...

I have always wanted to blog since the time i read I  HEART NEW YORK ...

 Blogging was supposed to be my Thing you know,  but my  life doesn't clearly support a duty like situation right now . I guess i have always really wanted to have a diary where my thought never really just remain in a closed notebook hidden under a mattress or buried deep inside a pile load of dirty laundry at the back of my closet. i always really wondered what really having a personal diary felt like . After a bunch of annoying TV series like Carrie diaries or Awkward all of which truly fulfill my  peregrine pleasures ( surprisingly), i finally decided a blog was what i wanted ... It somehow felt a mature and very adult thing to do, not like that feeling lasts very long! Yet i wanted my opinion and words to be heard , or rather read. my shrink would call it an attention seeking approach to deal with life , but who really listens to an old lady who thinks she can correct others life's when hers is perfectly A MESS! But she is also surprisingly the only person who listens and finds meaning in all that i speak. My life like every, sorry MOST other going to become adults life and future is a perfect combination of melancholia, mayhem and hopelessness with bouts of absolute madness and fun like a swirl of whipped cream and a sprinkle of cinnamon that makes a boring latte taste like Christmas in a cup. I always thought my future would be a bleak one considering i don't even have a career or hobby in mind that i would consider taking up . All are passions that last for a minimum of 2 months, and then die out. The first of which was to become a DANCER ...
Here is a glimpse of what i imagined what i would be when I was 11.