None of it was planned. Year ago I had no idea what I would be doing this year. Or that I would be all these platforms and I have not only one but two blogs. While planning more. This moment I'm planning at least one more blog and other things. Some of those plans are for later this coming year.
Why I needed to get new Instagram? When I did create my instagram I only had my Journey of Rose Blog at the Substack. I had started that in few weeks before in January this year. Almost everything I posted was about content from Journey of Rose blog. Even the user name is Journey of Rose Blog.
I like to wish for all of my subscribers and to everyone else Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays wherever you are in the world and what you may or may not celebrate today. I wish you wonderful day.
This is not how it was supposed to be. Not even close. When did your love turn into violence? Why I love you sounds like I hate you, from your lips. You said we would be forever together. This is not what my forever looked like. This is not a fairytale anymore. And I don’t want to live this nightmare any longer.
This will be my little side blog focusing on what goes in my head during the midnight hours. When I stay awake and write. When my head is too busy and sleeping is the last thing in the world that I can do. I have always been night owl. So night time is the time when I'm most active and mostly writing.
Extended version Some of us have been born as angels. Unfortunately they end up in earth and not in heaven. And earth is not always good place for angels. Sometimes it will be as bad as hell.
But I don't care anymore. Why I don't care is because it has lasted ever since I was a child. I don't even know what is the craziest rumors anymore. I have stopped thinking or hoping what people would say about me. They already said the good and the bad and anything between that. But if I had to hope one thing.
I did get new plot idea for my story. And this story is getting darker and darker. That was not what I originally was thinking about this story. I was thinking a little dark. But now it is getting darker and darker more I will come up with the plot. More I write down ideas the darker it seems to turn.
It was not happy place. It was sad place. It was home for love lost and dreams killed. It was gallery of broken hearts. Place where was no hope. Hope had died with love and dreams.
I'm not a type of writer who loves all my characters. I will never be like that. There are several characters I have created and I hate them. Seriously I hate them. Which does make torturing them fun. I like make those characters suffer and being somewhat punished what they have done for my favorite characters.
Mysteries by Rose 