Inky: A Story

If you have noticed, my blog name is called 'Inky' which roughly means 'as dark as ink'. I started this blog few years ago. Like, 9 years ago maybe? And I don't quite remember what I named this blog in the first time I made it, but the last time before I changed it to 'Inky', it was called 'Cinereous' which is the color of ash.

I named it 'Cinereous' before because I think it was a color that defines me nicely. Cinereous stands between black and white, and a little bit of brown. Focusing on the white and black combination only, I think I was a person who is being in between a good/nice white and dark/gloomy black. It was me thinking before I realised, I was wrong.


The realisation comes when someone decided to go out my life because being with me is basically lowering his quality of life, making him attracted to the darker side of world with attempting sins, figuratively speaking. And that was the day that I realised, I was not as good as I think I am. I'm a bad guy, and black suits me better.

Also, to add argument on this matter; my writings usually created at midnights. Late-night thoughts when I was being sad, sulky about life, feel unwanted, etc. That's why most of my writings are not published. And even when they are, not shared. I only shared what could be seen as 'happiness' to other people and let the others be found by the ones who actually care. Or nosy. But usually it's the latter.

I shared what I want to people I trust, so if you happen to read my insecurities anywhere in social media, just don't force me to talk about it with you. Then again that's what social media and blog are for, in my opinion.

So yeah, that's a short story about my blog. I don't usually write much but well I do if I stressed out. Because sometimes it's better to put the feelings into written words that would be read by anonymous online than talking about it to a certain person and burden him/her with it.

Good night.