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

  • rule #1

    LINK: rule #1 Write a message you’d pin to your wall for one month. rule #1: fuck what they think IDK if I’d hang it on my wall, but it’s def in my journal. Here’s to IDGAF. Cheers.

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  • emergency prep

    LINK: emergency prep Currently listening to: Perfect Situation – Weezer The news these days… ugh. I just had to turn that shit off… just when I think it can’t get any worse… it does get worse. My friends who don’t live in California have bombarded me with a bunch of texts, asking me if I…

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  • homely

    LINK: homely Currently listening to: Home – Charlie Puth feat. Hikaru Utada Ooh, don’t you knowThat you’re the one who makes this house a home (house a home)And so, when you go (when you go)It feels so cold without the soulYou’re the one who makes this house a home What makes you feel close to…

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