Welcome to asmaatics, where I share my opinions on life.
“There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.”Maya Angelou
My outward persona is like a mask, a mask that I’ve carved and polished to fit like a glove on my face. However, this mask, when worn long enough, will suffocate. If it’s not taken off, it will etch into the skin and fuse into the fibers until it becomes one. And by then, it’ll be too late. The mask, no matter how hard I pull, will not budge.
Writing is the nonadhesive that helps remove this mask so I can gulp in fresh air. It’s like being alone in the house for an hour while the family goes out, dancing around the living room screeching an Ariana Grande note.
Writing, like an embarrassing bodily need, is something everyone has but pretends not to. It’s something that if strong enough, is a force that to be reckoned with.
So, that is why I write. If you don’t like my posts, please let me write in peace, or share your differing opinion in the comments.
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One of the traits I admire and admonish in myself is my impulsiveness. Being impulsive has brought me far in life; I’ve managed to jump into volunteering events, join new groups, and buy things that I love. However, it also cost me a lot of money, relationships, and self-esteem. Impulsiveness from the outside Impulsiveness is… Read more
Recently, I’ve been interested in marriage. It’s not like I’m desperate for a proposal to come knocking at my door. But when it comes to the idea of it, my brain switched from indifference to interest. However, no one has ever sat me down and told me how the courting process goes. So, I used… Read more
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