First of all: I love you. Exactly - you! That person in front of the computer screen reading my post and feeling pretty annoyed by the so not original way I'm starting this post. You're probably thinking: Seriously? Talking to "the person in front of the computer screen" - how can this possibly end up funny?"
Well, it won't. End up funny, I mean. And it's not supposed to be funny.
Actually, I just want to say thank you because my blog has almost 60 followers now which is something I never thought was possible for me and because you guys are the ones that made it happen.
Yup, there. It's out. And it does not sound spectacular. I'd need fireworks here! Or at least drums or a trumpet.
Whatever, I don't want this to sound cheesy or go on and on about why I love each and every one of you or why comments encourage me so much (well...I might talk about that later), I want to say Thank You and leave it at that because most of you are bloggers and you know how amazing blogging and comments and followers are.
What I want to talk about on the occasion of my almost sixty followers would be what blogging did to me. So here we go:
My life sucks. Let's be honest here. It does not only suck because I spend almost every free second I had last week trying to figure out how to give away a book on Amazon until it finally got to me that in Germany - where I live - it is impossible to give away an Ebook on Amazon. Seriously, how annoying is that?
It - my life - does also suck because I'm the weird geeky girl in school that doesn't fit in, therefore hides in the library or with her nose behind a book, the socially isolated girl, the shy one that has no problem discussing historical events with the teachers but that - in the past six years - was not able to make just one really good friend. I'm the girl that doesn't go to parties that doesn't drink or smoke, the girl with the good grades and the weird clothes.
What all of this has to do with blogging? Hold on, you will see.
Before I started blogging, I would go to school in the morning and hate it, study at home after that and feel like a moron because of it, go for a run before dinner and read until late at night. That's it. Well...I'd go to work on the weekends. Now, though, there's blogging. I read for a purpose now. I think of new blog ideas whenever school is boring, I check some other blogs while I spend hours and hours working in the office of my after-school-job. I look forward to new releases or readathons or gushing about my favorite characters on Twitter or goodreads.
I know that blogging cannot turn my life around and make me a happy person, I never expected that. But I'm a happier person with blogging.
I'm finished with school in a year. I'm planning on going to University then, moving far away, trying a fresh start. I believe that things will be better. Doesn't it always get better?
I've never been bullied, no one has ever hurt me. There are people who live way more difficult lives. I have a loving family, I had a wonderful childhood. My teenage years sucked, but they are not going to be the best years of my life.
In five years I still want to be blogging. And I want to have friends who don't ditch me or make me feel bad about myself. And in five years I want to read this post again and laugh about it because it's going to be just me, my seventeen-year old self thinking that a sucky 17th birthday was the end of the world. Because it's not. Even now I know that it's just the beginning.