Not So Sorted
This is not a Niche!
Why I'm Not Sticking To One Topic
Every time I thought about starting a blog, the first question that popped up was: “So, what’s it going to be about?”
And every time, I’d pause. Because honestly? I didn’t want to be boxed in.
Some days, I might want to write about something deep that hit me at 2 AM. Other days, it could be a photo of my coffee and a story behind it. Maybe a random thought during a walk, a playlist that made my day better, or even a memory from years ago that just resurfaced. No filters. No categories. Just pure, unplanned expression.
This blog is my mental playground—a space to be real, spontaneous, and maybe even a little chaotic. Because life itself isn’t just one genre, right? So why should my blog be?
If you’re here reading this, welcome. I hope you find a piece of yourself somewhere in my randomness. Or at least leave with a smile or a “yeah, I felt that too.”
What Inspires Me To Write Freely!
I think it’s the little things—those small moments that don’t make it to Instagram stories, or the thoughts that never quite fit into a caption.
Sometimes it’s a random conversation I overhear, the way the sky looks before it rains, or how music hits different when I’m not doing anything else. Other times, it’s a sudden rush of emotion I don’t know what to do with, so I just write it out.
Writing without rules feels like breathing. No structure, no pressure to make it “valuable,” just the joy of putting thoughts into words.
It’s therapy. It’s rebellion. It’s me showing up for myself, even if no one else is reading.
“Some thoughts are too wild to be caged—so I set them free on paper and let them become.”
A Few Random Thoughts or Stories from My Life
A moment that didn’t need to be explained.
• One time, I laughed so hard with a friend over absolutely nothing, and in that moment, I felt more alive than in any well-planned day. Maybe happiness really lives in nonsense.
• I once wrote a long text, deleted it, rewrote it, and still never sent it. It made me wonder how many of us are living with words that never got out.
• A rainy evening on my rooftop with an old song made me remember a version of me I almost forgot. It wasn’t sad. It wasn’t happy. It just was.
• I’ve had messy days where nothing made sense, yet those were the days I wrote my most honest thoughts. Chaos has a strange way of bringing out truth.
“Maybe life is just a collection of moments that needed to be felt—and remembered.”
So here’s to stories without labels, thoughts without templates, and a blog that doesn’t need a reason to exist—just a little heart and a keyboard.
I think it’s the little things—those small moments that don’t make it to Instagram stories, or the thoughts that never quite fit into a caption.
Sometimes it’s a random conversation I overhear, the way the sky looks before it rains, or how music hits different when I’m not doing anything else. Other times, it’s a sudden rush of emotion I don’t know what to do with, so I just write it out.
Writing without rules feels like breathing. No structure, no pressure to make it “valuable,” just the joy of putting thoughts into words.
It’s therapy. It’s rebellion. It’s me showing up for myself, even if no one else is reading.
“Some thoughts are too wild to be caged—so I set them free on paper and let them become.”
A Few Random Thoughts or Stories from My Life
• A rainy evening on my rooftop with an old song made me remember a version of me I almost forgot. It wasn’t sad. It wasn’t happy. It just was.
So here’s to stories without labels, thoughts without templates, and a blog that doesn’t need a reason to exist—just a little heart and a keyboard.
-love!!❤
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