tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52462700087035404442011-05-24T15:16:17.706-07:00LessLikelyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01634423002553983351noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246270008703540444.post-13027456322026267552011-05-24T15:14:00.000-07:002011-05-24T15:14:40.718-07:00<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">So, I finally decided to start my new blog. Last time I had one, I was knee-deep in boy-trouble and babysitting, aka. gap-year. Now, it's different.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /><span style="color: blue;"></span></span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I'm back with a vengange.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /><span style="color: blue;"></span></span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">My name this time around (to thine own self be true), is inspired by a quote I live my whole life by. A wonderful quote from Shakespeare, about loving who you are, and not pretending to be someone else to gain things. This is a very important quote to me - I have had, and still do have a lot of problems being myself, I don't feel as though I can be myself. It is as though I feel like people will like me more, if I'm someone other than myself. I guess this idea springs from the experiences I've had as a minor, where I'm trying my hardest to fit in, but nobody really seemed to care about being my friend.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /><span style="color: blue;"></span></span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">This is a problem I'm still fighting with today. I struggle at university - I study with people who are too self-obsessed to care about who I am. I doesn't matter how many parties I attend or throw, or how much I talk, they've already decided that I can not be their friend, and therefore, one is frozen out. This is what I hate about life. And these are some of the things I'm going to be writing about in this blog - becase I feel like I need to let it out somewhere, somehow, and sadly the internet will be just that.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /><span style="color: blue;"></span></span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">If you feel like reading my blog - welcome, and I hope my annoyance won't kill you. And if you don't want to read it, it's just fine by my - this is just to relieve some of my stress and all my problems.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /><span style="color: blue;"></span></span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Hope you have a lovely day.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /><span style="color: blue;"></span></span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">/Mette</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5246270008703540444-1302745632202626755?l=truetothineownself.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LessLikelyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01634423002553983351noreply@blogger.com0