Since the day I started blogging I have been an abusive blogger. This problem circulates around the fact that 1.) I started at the age of 12, and 2.) nobody ever teaches a person how to blog.
Think about it. The internet came about, websites sprouted up, and then WHAM! blogging. It doesn’t even get the tiny red squiggle line from spell check. It is a legitimate practice in today’s society and is an accepted term. Who teaches you, though? You learn to write sentences, paragraphs, essays, short stories even, but there’s no class for blogs.
I guess it just takes a certain type of person. Let me tell you something, I was not that type of person. In my early years, when I found I couldn’t handle the pressure of writing about the aspects of my daily life on a regular basis, I took to posting internet memes and quiz results. Shortly after, I became quite the blog hopper. I then got into blog design, and simply used them for the layouts. My next step was as a creative writing outlet and blogging intricate details about the guy I was in love with. Then finally I settled into nice rhythm of anger/depression blogging. I would only blog any time I was angry or depressed, because I had no other outlet.
I have abused the creative form that is the internet blog. The first step is admitting you have a problem. A revolution is in the horizon.
Now that you have a beneficial knowledge of my blogging history, you can pretty much guess what this blog is going to be. It’s going to be me, and I’m going to try not to hold anything back. I have this problem with censoring myself around people and limiting myself. Therefore, this is my blog and my life, so I’ll say whatever the hell I want to.
Thank you and good night.
