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I wrote my first post on this blog on September 16, 2014 - and I think there's always that pressure of making things feel new or writing about things that people actually care to read about, and I think that has a lot to do with why I can never consistently blog. I always end up feeling like.. who cares?
Or I don't know, feeling like nothing is really unique about blogging and there are 1,000,000 other blogs or way more interesting content on the internet, and I'm just me.I just want to use this blog to write down thoughts, feelings, and memories - mostly because I'm realizing that existence for me, is understood better when I'm not only experiencing things but understanding them fully. I want this blog to be about growth; which is why I named it "Camille Papillon" to begin with (Papillon being Butterfly in French.)
So I think the "who cares?" needs to be first and foremost myself; because I do. I care about posts I've written at 2 am through puddles of tears, I care about the posts where I opened up about feeling accomplished for getting into UCLA. I regret that I have gaps in my blogging, and it makes me sad that I can't remember certain details that were once so vivid to me or feelings that were once so strong. If we don't care about those who will?
Or I don't know, feeling like nothing is really unique about blogging and there are 1,000,000 other blogs or way more interesting content on the internet, and I'm just me.I just want to use this blog to write down thoughts, feelings, and memories - mostly because I'm realizing that existence for me, is understood better when I'm not only experiencing things but understanding them fully. I want this blog to be about growth; which is why I named it "Camille Papillon" to begin with (Papillon being Butterfly in French.)
So I think the "who cares?" needs to be first and foremost myself; because I do. I care about posts I've written at 2 am through puddles of tears, I care about the posts where I opened up about feeling accomplished for getting into UCLA. I regret that I have gaps in my blogging, and it makes me sad that I can't remember certain details that were once so vivid to me or feelings that were once so strong. If we don't care about those who will?
So Hello (again) Blogging World,
My name is Camille and I am an overly sensitive mess sometimes, and I'm inconsistent, and rash, and gullible..but I try to be honest every time, kind to everyone, and to see and understand all perspectives. I over-analyze my own decisions all the time, and I am definitely my biggest critic, but I've seen myself grow into a kind of person that I'm proud to be, and I hope I can share a bit more of that with this blog.
I think it's easy to feel invisible, but at least with these words floating in internet space, someone who feels the same can know they aren't alone.
We all have stories to tell and these are mine.
I think it's easy to feel invisible, but at least with these words floating in internet space, someone who feels the same can know they aren't alone.
We all have stories to tell and these are mine.
