After years of no writing I've decided to give it a go again and see what path it takes me down. I've always had a love for literature, and I'm looking forward to learning all sorts of new things along the way~
I, like many, struggle with the aspects of day-to-day life. From the second I wake up to the moment I lay my head on my pillow at night, I feel a weight form in my chest. Though it has always been there to varying degrees of noticeability, it has recently been more prominent, leaving me wondering why.
Fixing One Of Riot's Errors
Oh boy, I’ve had a lot of thoughts about this one. Where do I even start? The RunDown In case you aren’t familiar, League Of Legends is a MOBA (a Multiplayer Online Battle Arena) released in 2009. Its primary game mode is a PvP which pits two teams of five players against one another in an arena known as ‘Summoner’s Rift.’
What do I do?
What is my job? Am I an artist? I did a Foundation Arts Degree Course for a year, and I loved every minute of it. I got to experiment and do things that I wouldn’t have been able to without my Art Bursary otherwise. I made an art Instagram, took breaks from it because Social Media, in general, was making me anxious, and opened an Etsy Shop, which didn’t lead to much. Due to the anxiety, as mentioned earlier, I stopped posting; that fire to create, which I had during the Art Course, has died down to the point where I can’t feel inspired anymore. There’s no doubt that Art, in any form, can make an impact on the world. Mine just never did.
My Country Of all the places that I’ve seen This is the place for me Where the mountains reach up to the sky Then sweep down to the sea.
What Over A Year Of Not Going To The Hairdressers Has Taught me
Before lockdown, I had the same hairstyle for several years: a simple bob with a side fringe. I remember the initial reason as to why I wanted it kept short in the first place. When I was much younger, my mum would brush my hair so long that it went down to my waist. It was a pretty style for sure, but one night, in particular, some nasty tangles prompted me to ask to get my hair cut much shorter. I did get it cut, and I really liked it, so whenever I went to the hairdressers in the future, I always got it cut to my chin.
No More Chances
As the cool steel of his blade kissed my neck, his face contorted in rage. How easy it is to play with the emotions of men, I think to myself. A wry smirk forms on my lips, and the knight’s anger turns to confusion, a spark of fear even flashing across his eyes. With a simple gesture of my hand, he flew back across the hall, his armor scattering around him and revealing his human frailty. “Don’t threaten me, boy.” I gibe. In an instant, I’m standing before him, reaching down to grab his throat before slamming him against the wall. “Tell your ‘King’ I choose war.” I kept him pinned a second longer before dropping him to the floor in a callous display, taking his chance to flee with my message to his ruler. Once alone, I apparate back to my throne and rest my head on my hand, thinking back to a few months ago when this all started.
Old Vs New
Going back into my memory as far as I can, the first game to truly engross me in its characters and story was Pokémon. The exact moment I played it for the first time is still as clear in my head as it was when it had only just happened. On the way to school one day, my brother was on his DS and I was sitting next to him. Curious as to what it was he was playing, he passed the console over to me and I got to have a turn as his character in what I soon learnt was Pokémon Ruby. I’ve been hooked ever since.
My Experience with Insight Timer
When I was young, I found that all my problems seemed worse during the night than they did in the day. It’s as though as soon as night fell all of the small worries in my mind grew excessively, regardless of whether the worries were actually serious, or just things a child would construe as such. Take for example my clearest memory of such a thing. It was the night before going back to school after a holiday, and I realised I couldn’t find my Geography work book. That night, after saying goodnight to my parents, I stayed up crying. What am I going to do? Will my teacher yell at me in front of everyone? Should I just stay off tomorrow instead of dealing with it? For about an hour or so these thoughts are all that filled my head. Instead of sweet dreams, I had endless negative possibilities running rampant. My brother saw me and came in to ask why I was still awake, and I told him what was wrong. “It’s just a book.” It wasn’t said in any criticising or sneering way as it might be interpreted on paper, but with a reassuring tone. He was right, of course, it was just a book. And in the end everything did end up fine, but its moments like these that always made me struggle to sleep. When the lights went out my brain suddenly turned into an overactive machine that pumped out the smallest things just to keep me up all night.