The BloomBoom

Hey glamfam! I was reading a few articles and some blogposts on how to make a blog [don't ask why] and I realized something. When I created this blog, I did not research anything about blogposting at all. I'm being absolutely honest. I didn't even check what you needed to do to create a blog or anything like that. I just searched for platforms that would allow me to make a blog without ads. I found blogger and I created my blog. Of course, I did check how to make a website and stuff but I never really researched how mentally prepared I should be and how to write the best posts. I just did it. I thought it'd be easy. And well... although it does look easy, it is anything but that. [Does anyone wanna challenge moi?] We should go with the flow more often. I know "going with the flow"  is a complete lifestyle for some people, I'm talking to those who are scared to do stuff without a proper plan. Proper planning is a very much appreciated and very much re...

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Fam, should I become a poetess? Because the amount of poetic lines I say when I'm mad or sad is insane. Like yesterday's post. Well if yall think I should post pieces of poetry, let me know. And I know that there is still 3 months to go, but we need to start planning for my blog's one year anniversary. Drop some suggestions!  Your bloomboss, Bloom.🍍 Boom.💥 Out.⭐️

Yesterday was the last day of Eighth grade. The last exam. (Which was English and I finished quite early, but not the point) I'm no longer an eight grader. No more the student that sat in that eighth Achievers classroom. No longer the kid who wished she could go back to seventh. No longer the girl who jus created her blog. (It's been an eight months already fam). I'll never forget the fun and laughter and tears and anger we had in that class. How the teachers never liked us. Called us the most indiscipline yet we were still united in pride. How we fought for our classmates. How we cried when they were hurt. Even the classroom was a special one. Always so suffocating yet we stayed inside. The fights we had within ourselves. The level of time pass we did. The stupidness and "no shy". The times we scolded our teachers and our school. Will forever love you and miss you, VIII Achievers. (The rotten cream of Akshara) Your bloomboss, Bloom.🍍 Boom.💥 Out.⭐️