I recently decided to look up an old friend I had lost touch with to see what she was up to. Upon going down the google search rabbit hole, I stumbled upon a highschool Livejournal of mine. As I sifted through the barrage of teenage angst, emo lyrics and general mean teen girl bravado, I realized that I’ve felt a life-long need to share my writing with others.
Starting in Grade 3 when I coordinated and commandeered the purchase of butterfly-themed notebooks with my best friend to exchange every weekend so we could keep each other up to date on playground drama and our juvenile innermost thoughts, carrying out all the way through highschool where my whole “girl squad” exchanged carefully curated journals to share our slightly less juvenile innermost thoughts, all the way to starting my Livejournal and subsequent abandoned WordPress blogs.
I started this blog the day after being dumped three years ago (?), driven by the overwhelming pull to document my experience. At the time my intent was to villanize Mr. B and forever capture him on the Internet as a heartbreaking douchebag. But as I worked my way through the breakup stages, my intention changed to wanting to a) help others through my own experiences; and b) help my own damn self sort through my constant stream of thoughts.
And this continues to be the core of it. Although sporadic and themeless, something continues to pull me to come back each time to grace the Internet with my unrefined word vomits.
What is the purpose behind your blogging? Why do you share your writing with others?
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