Gem here. Not Gem. Whatever.
Thought I’d post on this blog for the sheer hell of it, or whatever. I mean, I’m Elm now, but that doesn’t matter.
Heyy, blogosphere, remember me? Like, Her Name’s Gemma?
I want my old posts back, as a sort of reminder of the past, you know? It will probably screw me over, but that doesn’t matter. I wonder what I was like back then, and looking at my old posts is the only surefire way to know.
Err, except I deleted them. WHOOPS. Ah well; I keep this blog because I sometimes need it.
76 followers. Hmm… I’m actually really proud of that, you know? I’ve achieved so much on my new blog compared to this one, but this one’s always going to be my gem.
Oh my god, that was the worst pun in existence.
In all seriousness, I’ll always remember this blog. I’ll post on it from time to time – not because I want people to look at it, but because it’s me. It’s Gemma, it’s Elm, it’s anyone I am and will be, and that’s special to me. Does it make sense?
I’m still the same person, though my writing style’s changed and so many things have changed. When I abandoned Gemma, I stopped calling myself Gemma, which is a shame because I can still identify with that name. It’s like identifying with a personality trait. It’s me, it always will be. I’m Gemma, as much as I’m Elm and as much as I’m 15.
If you think about it, every piece of writing you do is a part of your life. On here and when I’m Elm, I transformed from happy to miserable to angry to in love to furious to pained to happy again and back again, and back again, and BOOM, all those emotions are in a jumble.
When I was Gem, I didn’t read blogs much. I didn’t get involved in the community. Now I’m Elm, I care about everyone and this blog is me, and the people are my family. But then again, I’ve always been the same person. Elm and Gemma are one and the same; they’re not two separate entities of me.
This isn’t my main blog at all. This isn’t even where I go any more; Elm’s my safe haven now, but I still need this.
Sorry. I just want to post on here because it makes me feel happy, in a way. It’s a reminder of what I’ve been, what I am and what I will be, and it helps because it’s like coming home.
From Gemma 🙂
It’s so lovely to use that name again.