Yes, this is the dreaded first post. I spent a couple of days paying more attention to what my blog looks like, what I will talk about and what people will think of me. Essentially, I was just procrastinating. So tonight I finally said “fuck it” and decided to write something.
I am a normal person. But what is normal? A lot of people say to me they don’t like to call themselves normal. But normal doesn’t have to mean you are boring. Normal doesn’t mean you aren’t quirky. Normal doesn’t mean you are conventional. Normal doesn’t mean you are predictable.
When I say normal, I mean I guarantee I have gone through and felt a lot of the same things as you.
- I’ve done things I regret.
- I’ve made mistakes.
- I’ve been heartbroken.
- I’ve felt alone.
- I’ve felt ugly.
- I’ve felt fat.
- I’ve cried.
- I’ve laughed.
- I’ve failed.
- I’ve succeeded.
There is one thing though that you may not be able to relate to. I’ve diagnosed myself with something that I absolutely believe I suffer. Taphephobia. Taphephobia is the fear of being buried alive. Come to think of it, I’m sure no one wants to be buried alive and would most likely be scared if they were ever involved in something so treacherous. Ever since I saw Kill Bill Volume II, I knew. I’m too old to fear that Freddy Kruger might be under my bed, but I’m not too old to be scared shitless of being buried alive.
I want to move on to something a little less eccentric. Not only have I been heartbroken and felt alone and all the other things I listed earlier, I also have obsessions. My biggest obsession at the moment is online shopping, mainly on the website DOLLS KILL. If you like dark red lipstick and big black boots like me then you’ll fall in love. Online shopping never lets you down. And neither does Instagram.
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