begin again

“everyone has a chapter they don’t read out loud” – anonymous

this is how it all started…

It all started years ago, when by chance, I started reading blogs (both strangers and friends). Each blog I read felt like a doorway to a unique reality, a realm distinct from my own. It was a journey in to the diverse narratives that make up our world – a virtual exploration of fantasies and reality. With that, I began writing and to my delight amassed a large subscriber base (over 10,000 – thank you so much for being a part of my journey, I mean this from the bottom of my heart). But sometimes, growth leads to redirection. I decided to take a step back from writing, not because of the numbers, but because it lost its meaning for me. What started as a cathartic release transformed into a mundane chore. Quality over quantity, authenticity over popularity. It was time for a new chapter in my life.

After a hiatus, I now share my own stories, hoping to add a chapter to this collective narrative. The pw to the protected posts as of 2.4.25 is 6789998212. The password is subject to change at any time, so stay tuned. Thanks for stopping by and spending a bit of your time here. It truly means a lot a lot that you chose to visit my little corner of the internet.

just rojie

blogger

wander often, wonder always

  • bridgerton chokehold

    LINK: bridgerton chokehold I don’t know what’s gotten into me lately. Hormones? Maybe it’s because it’s that time of the month? I feel more… softhearted and sentimental for some reason. I’ve watched three seasons of Bridgerton and for the most part, I was unbothered. It was entertaining, but it didn’t affect me emotionally. But season…

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  • time after time

    LINK: time after time Currently watching: Untold: The Death & Life of Lamar Odom on Netflix It’s almost unbelievable that Lamar Odom had 12 strokes and six heart attacks after his near overdose at a brothel in Nevada. If you change over time and your cells change over time, what makes you still the same…

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  • living in america

    LINK: living in america Tell me you live in America without telling me you live in America. I’ll go first. It’s as if the my brother’s dog understood the assignment. Every morning, I wonder what fresh hell awaits while we are under this nut job regime. And because we are an unserious generation, I go…

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