When I first started this blog, my purpose was just to express my feelings. I was so happy back then that I thought telling him how happy I was everyday wasn’t enough. I felt the need to write about it. I didn’t even care whether other people read my entries or not. But then I stopped. I didn’t write regularly but it didn’t mean that I wasn’t happy everyday I was with him. There were just days when I thought I really needed to write my feelings down.
And then it happened… The breakup. In just a short period of time, I was able to write more than twice of what I wrote when we were still together.
Three months after, here I am, questioning myself. Questioning my purpose of writing. Why am I here? Why am I still writing? I don’t know why but I enjoy what I do. I’m just not sure what’s my purpose for doing it.
What a confusing thought, right?