; Dirty mind ;

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Writing purifies the soul. Mine is in a special dire need of cleaning. Dirt clogs my faculties, and I have numerous clouds in my judgement because of this metaphorical impurity.

I long for having a miraculous cleanse inside my head region.

Do I write because I care about ending these peculiar uncertainties, or do I write to please my ego? What is this blog for? It's mine, it's not pointless, but what do I prove to myself by having public journal entries? That I'm

I'm aware this blog is unknown, but if I plaster it on my social media it's unlikely nobody will stumble across it accidentally or by pure curiosity to check it out. I'm not a reserved person, I can talk about myself freely, but when does that become too much?
Like, c'mon, a blog is sooo 2010/jk.

If I were to have this blog for my own eyes only, I wouldn't make it public, right? Most people don't want others to pry into their life. I for one love sharing about my happenings, therefore I don't know if I allign with the aforementioned people.

I always had the desire to be be known from somewhere or something. That doesn't mean I like to boast about myself, on the contrary, I'm a humble person, I love making friends with others. I've recently discovered I more closely leaning towards being extroverted, I've just been too afraid to interact with my peers.

Now, being a tad bit more confident than I've ever been, I'm more so going in the direction of lessening my overall anxiety. I'm lucky to have myself, because I'm the only person who can overcome my obstacles. I'm grateful I found a way to find myself, collect my thoughts, examine my possibilities and put things into action.

I can radically change my life for the better by steering away from ,not listening to the crude games my mind plays on me and redirecting my emotions to have their way into my core and build a cheery place for my life to flourish.

Things don't need to be done until I feel that 'just right' feeling. Us humans can't achieve perfection, and if my sick mind doesn't allow me to be content with the way I do things, I need to have a strict discussion with it. And I don't pull any punches.

In all seriousness, I have to break through this glass of stressful thinking and pop this bubble of comfort in this ordeal I'm in. To properly escape such a tumultuous

I'm not intentionally making my life to be a spectable by wanting to be a content creator. It's just something I've always been very fond of doing, and that's just an accidental simultanuous advantage and disadvantage that comes as a result of my passion.

I'm not all knowing, I have no way to see what's going to happen and if my dreams will come true, for now I just have to believe in myself that I can push them into reality as best as I can.

My number one goal is to demonstrate to myself that I can make them happen. And to finally clean the filth off my mind and organize the mess in its chambers.

I can't wait to bring to life to what's once been pure of joy, unfortunately dragged through mud, having each pore filled with germs microtearing everything from inside out.

I will recover my ability to love and appreciate life in a meaningful way.

Just the way a child does.

Just the way I used to look at life.