Thank you, WV: 1 and a Half Year Blogversary Edit
2nd August, 2016
1 year, 6 months, 15 days.
That’s how long I have had WanderingViolet with me. It’s been an amazing year and a half, I must say. I was a drama queen, a crazy teenager-not-teenager, a childish adult, a poem lover, a sappy fool, a crappy writer, a non-sensical “poem” writer, an awkward recepient of compliments, and a sucky-never-sticking-to-a-routine-having-a-messed-up-WP-account-always-apologising-for-that blogger. And I have come to love every one of those parts of me. And, that’s because they all make me me. And, at the risk of sounding like a crazy, 80 year old ,sappy fool, I loved it all. This has definitely been a journey that has made me see a different side of me every single time I logged in. I might not have ventured into the different territories that are parts of my mind otherwise. And I am thankful for that venturing. WanderingViolet is my baby, and I heart it. Yes, I did realize that I sounded kinda crazy there, seeing as WV and I are the same, in a way. Whatever. And, no. I am not apologizing for that.
Thank you, WV. I kinda love you. *blows a kiss at the computer screen, then looks to the side to see if anyone saw that*
One and a half years ago
Words:another world, they take you to;another life, you wish was yours!
WARNING :This blog follows no niche;makes no sense whatsoever;is a perfect example of non-writer blogger disaster.Might encounter bad writing,idiotic stuff and nonsensical babble.
Since you have not paid heed to the warning, obviously,and want to continue,let’s begin.
Since this is about getting to know me,this is how it goes:
⚫An 18 year old;
⚫Hails from north India;
⚫Has indefinite feelings about college;
⚫Has mixed feelings about writing.
⚫Uses the word “shit” like breathing.
⚫Doesn’t believe in Love or Bestfriendships.
⚫A total weirdo.
Well,no more personal shit.I wanted to give a vague idea about,well,me.I would love to keep the anonymity.It might get annoying at times.Not even knowing my name.Trust me,I know.But what can I say?I love mystery:Fictional as well as in my life.:D
Moreover, you might get urges to cremate me alive,now and then. I cannot risk you knowing who I am exactly,now can I?:P
Wanna know the origin of Wandering Violet?Read my first post, “I am lost”. Might give you an idea behind the motivation of this catastrophe.
I guess,that’s enough word vomit for one sitting.If you really think you can tolerate more of this, be my guest.
P.S.:If you have anything to say or have any ideas/views about my writings, shoot me an email.I don’t mind.
My id is firstname.lastname@example.org