TRIPPY'S PSYCHOEMOTIONAL JOURNAL

 There, now you know the name of my new blog. 

Honestly, right now, I have zero viewers but I am not doing this for the views so I am not so bothered. Although, I just opened an "adsense" account so now I need an audience because I need to get my bags up.

So now, I am back with the challenge of finding something that will attract these 4kin yutes to my blog. Do I write about cars? or do I write about sports, football maybe? I could write about music or better still, why don't I write about everything?

Anyway, my new blog, TPJ, is going to feature excerpts from my "chaotic mind" - something I feel like I say a lot without any evidence. So, this blog is going to make up one great big evidence as well as serve as a virtual record keeper for all my mental theatrics. 

Here, the first piece on TPJ:

 

Another Chapter

 At the start of the year, I promised myself I would write a piece every day. Fast forward to 10 months later and I only have 35 pieces on which I have decided to base my new blog.

I think I will call it Trippy's Psychoemotional Space (TPS) or Trippy the Psychoemotional Wanderer (TTPW). 

This blog will be my virtual diary, my virtual journal for every piece I can muster from this moment.

Here's a link: atrippyjournal.blogspot.com

Anchor

My sister is finally leaving the country in a few days. I always expected this to happen at some point eventually, but I guess I never really thought I'd be needing her this much at this point.

She's like my anchor, the one person I got to when I need to remember who I am, the one person that understands me most times and judges the least. My supposed system through a few heartbreaks which she may or may not even know about. I dont feel entirely lonely because I know she's always there if I need to call.

Now, she's going to be on a different continent, a different time zone, and now I know I'm definitely going to be alone. Now I know I need to either accept the isolation or find a new anchor. Without one, I dont think I'd be very sane. 

One problem though, I'm scared of this love thing.

I Cried Today

I cried today for the first time in years. "Nights" by Frank Ocean was playing and I started thinking about how alone I really am in this huge world. 

Now, don't get me wrong, these thoughts are nothing new to me but they hit 100x harder this time. Why? cos I was not thinking about just me this time. What if there are others like me? 

Loneliness that emanates from the fact that you are constantly being misunderstood so you'd rather stay away to avoid further complications. Loneliness that comes from the fact that you genuinely feel out of place in a place you're supposed to call home. Loneliness that transcends beyond isolation and depression into a reluctance for expression.

Now some food for thought.