UNDERNEATH MY SKIN

There's an endless story underneath your skin

I created this blog three years ago. I was 17. Back then, I didn't know what blogging truly means. I wasn't even sure what I want my blog to be like. Now that I'm 20, I can bravely say that things have changed... a lot.

Things have changed and I'm happy. I'm not as depressed as I was anymore. I still get sad, yea but mostly, I'm just happy. Although I still get the urge to delete my photos on instagram (and my existence) every once in a while but I think it's normal so it's okay. I still read books because that's the closest thing I get to magic. I still believe in Parallel Universe Theory only because I sometimes still imagine the other version of myself out there every time I look at the stars; hoping that she's okay...

I learned to appreciate the littlest things in this world; like while I'm trying to write this blog post on my boyfriend's laptop, my baby cat won't stop playing with my fingers. It's annoying but it's making me smile. Also, I learned that my life shouldn't revolve around an iPhone like it used to. There are so much beautiful things in this world that we all need to take enough time to appreciate; things that are not worth missing. Hell I stopped staying up all night on the internet while smoking cigarettes while drinking beer. I also stopped running to the store for cigarettes in the middle of the night when shit hits me hard.

It has been three years of searching for something good... and now the search is over. 

Flowers grow back even after they are stepped on... so will I.  

Effy. x