repetition

IT'S ME. AGAIN. I swear, I am actually so embarrassed because this recent summer, I made a post about how this blog didn't really feel like it's mine. Like, if someone asked me if I had a blog, I'll just laugh nervously. This is actually the same problem that I addressed in the aforementioned post and I realized that the problem was: I didn't do anything about it.  

In the post, I made some analogy about my room and my blog and how I just need to change it up and all that yadda yadda and I'd like it again. And I did. For like, two weeks. Roughly a month ago did I realize what I need: TO GET A NEW ROOM. (I mean, in the metaphorical blog-room-analogy kind of way, I can't actually get a new room. I'm stuck with it forever.)

I'd usually put in here some excuse to why I haven't been blogging, throwing in phrases that go along the lines of how much schoolwork I have or how my schedule is horrible but truth is, I stopped blogging because I just lost my interest in it. It just happened, I guess.

Nothing much's changed visually (personally, I think it just became nicer to look at) but my objective or vision or purpose or whatever-you-prefer-calling-it has. You can read more about it in my about page.

So, that's pretty much it. I'm back, for real this time. Hopefully.

[throws confetti]