Thank you for dropping by. It’s been a month since I opened this blog. I’ve made so many friends. I’ve learnt a lot of new things. I’ve smiled, I’ve laughed, I’ve cried (of happiness) because of this blog and what it had given me. I’ve enjoyed every second of writing, sharing my feelings, my thoughts and everything I’ve got with you.
So I’ve decided to open up, just a little bit more. This time though, it’s not about my family, it’s not about my blogging, it’s about me.
I’m an 18 year old, young woman. I’ve lived 18 whole years, which in my mind is a lot. I’ve had family and a few friends who’ve been with me throughout this journey. While I am truly happy about who I am, and what I am doing with my life, it hasn’t always been that way.
When I was in school (I’m out of school now, my final exam being in a month and a half), I was quite popular (not to brag at all, because I hated it) because I did very well academically and I played scrabble, and did a lot of extra-curricular activities. I tried it all. If you live or lived in Sri Lanka, you’ll know about Lyceum Wattala and it’s scrabble team. We had an exceptional team with all five members (including myself) being world youth scrabblers.
I had a huge circle of friends, some who I trusted a lot. Eventually though I came to realize that everyone hated me. I didn’t know why. I used to cry and cry and cry. I came to realize that everyone thought that I was a guy craze. I was not crazy over any guy, at all. I just happened to have more friends who were guys because guys were fun to be around, and we were just kids then (completely innocent).
So one day, my best friend (who is the love of my life now) asked me out and I said yes. He was my bestfriend before he became my boyfriend, so he knew everything about me. He was talking to some other guy (one of my closest friends) about me, and that guy had remarked that I wasn’t a good person.
Now, I didn’t mind random people who didn’t really know me, spread rumors about me. But when your closest friend, who you respected as a brother, tells something like that, it becomes a scar. It still is a scar. It’s not a beautiful scar, but I don’t mind it anymore. My friendship with that guy, kind of went down the hill from that day.
I didn’t just get over it. It haunted me for a while. For quite a long while actually. Time heals everything though. I learnt that much. It taught me to not let anyone who didn’t deserve it get into my head like that. It taught me to ignore rumors. It taught me to love myself. Actually, that one, my best/boyfriend did that. He taught me to love myself, just like he did.
I am very happy with where I am now, what I’m doing with my life, how I’ve grown as a person. I’ll end this little story I shared about me with a quote I follow everyday,
Leave a little sparkle, wherever you go.. 💫