For so long I thought leaving this blog would benefit me from exposing my life to the entire world and would prevent others from knowing too much about me, but I’ve realised that this is probably the only place I can actually record things about my life through photographs and writing. I write journal entries on a daily basis but I can’t exactly stick a dozen photographs in there to help me recall the events of that day in the future when I’m perusing through my diary.
Things have changed significantly lately, with university commencing and watching people whom I’ve associated myself with as friends drift into all sorts of directions because of differences in preferences and interests. Attending a university which practically no one I know attends, I’ve been forced to build new links with strangers. It’s peculiar, having to be the one to initiate conversations and be the outgoing one — something I’ve never really seen as befitting for me, and I still don’t. It’s amazing how most people reciprocate kindness by attempting to carry on the conversation even when you run out of things to say. It’s reassuring to know that people are feeling just as lonely as I am in the process of transition.