What am I if everyone else is something great?

I have always compared myself to others. Furthermore, I have always beaten myself up for the way I am. I know, it seems rather ungrateful when I can’t see the beauty in my own life. The privilege I have in comparison I have. Which is why I try and snap out of it as soon as possible.

To put it as clearly as I can, I look at other people’s lives and wonder why they have everything figured out, why they can count their dreams like 1, 2, 3, yet I have no idea. My life isn’t harder or easier, but it feels to me like it’s hazed. I have heard of all of my counterparts from school achieve scholarships, their dream courses, start their first year of university and their new chapter. My new chapter in comparison to theirs is much more monotonous. Yes, there are pros and there are cons to my situations, just as there are to theirs. Some part of me just feels like it is missing out on this universal blueprint to be happy, that everyone seems to follow. I guess university and the conventional way of living, is more of a guarantee, whereas any other way of living, is looked down upon, uncertain. At least that is what I have always thought.

I don’t know, world. I don’t know anything. I don’t urge to know, but why does everyone else know? I have a part time job, have the tiniest amount of responsibilities my mum will give me (thank you), but I don’t know.


Locke Dor


Maybe ‘hey again’ is all you’ll ever hear from me.

I know, I have abandoned you once again. I guess life just moved in crazy motions these last few months. Think of my last post but just a little bit more intensified.

Since finishing high school, I have realised that there is this small frame between finishing a chapter and starting a new one, where you feel completely out of place. At least that is what I think. Ever since finishing school, I have vanished off the face of the planet (social media wise) – not contacting any past friends, not catching up or even posting of my life after school. I have completely vanished. At first, I loved it, the freedom to act the way I want, reinvent myself and not be bound by my past. I still love it in a sense. But going back on social media brings about a whole heap of depressive motions along with it. I look at everyone around me, and they seem inextricably happy, free, young and reckless, whereas I’m living the opposite.

I know about the idea that social media only reveals false happiness. But why do I look at it and think that their lives are so adventurous, whereas mine is monotonous, almost stagnant. It seems like they have everything sorted. They are going off to university, they have their clothing style sorted etc. whereas I am still managing to try and be productive throughout a day.

I guess that’s why I come here every now and again. Because with all the chaos that seems to surround me, I write, in order to cope. I have written consistently nearly everyday, I just haven’t been writing here. At the end of the day, this makes everything better, as if someone out there in this vast world, understands where I come from.

I am grateful for my life and everything that I have in it. Everything will make sense, this  blurred path will eventually clear up.

I’ll see you soon everyone, hopefully.

I’m back again – here at my refuge, my blog.

Hello everyone. A lot has happened since I have last written to you, and I can’t entirely say if it is good or bad, or something in between. But it happened, and I don’t know if I am the sayer of all things, but here I am, talking to you, as it is nearing the end of the night.

I have a job. Okay, so I never thought that I could have ever achieved this, but I am so grateful it. I won’t delve into the semantics of why I am so excited about it, but think one word. Freedom. Oh, just to make it sound fancier. Emancipation. Emancipation from hopelessness, and from the idea that I cannot do anything to help a situation I desperately want to help. For the burden to be lifted off of my shoulders, I am thankful to god, as he recognised my pain and decided to alleviate it.

It’s hard, fast pace and completely different to things that I have ever done, but that is all I am going to say. I’m not going to complain, nor am I going to boast on how I love it extremely. I’ll just stay on this safe line of appreciating but not making crazy assumptions on how this has opened up so many doors and opportunities in my life. Although it has…

I’m just moving, and moving in a motion I have yet to completely understand.

Second of all, I have realised how adulthood is pressuring. No longer can I read a book without feeling like its a luxury. No longer can I get up and feel like taking a 5 minute social media break, might be in fact toxic, and can lead to hours of procrastination. All of a sudden, I’ve been given this awareness, that I have to be proactive as much as I can, in order to move, become something in this lonesome world. If I don’t, I’ll never achieve my wild dreams… And I’m too selfish to let those run…

I don’t know whether I’ll ever achieve them. I honestly don’t know how to feel about this chapter in my life. Happiness or excitement? Sadness or relief? I miss school, my teachers and being able to read for the sake of an assignment. So this chapter is daunting. Because now I have been given the luxury of time,

no longer will anyone save me. And that is the scariest feeling in the whole world…

Helplessness – the worst emotion to feel…

I’ve been helpless often throughout my life. I know to some degree you have also, which is why we meet on this post…

I’ve just finished high school, and I have felt a big sense of accomplishment. But right now, I see people around me, and I feel helpless. People are moving, growing, whilst I feel stagnant here. I know that patience is always the best policy, and that working on this blog, establishing Locke Dor and other ideas is a great mindset to be in. Not much people think like that. But sometimes, I compare my happiness or success to my counterparts. They are driving, going to hotels in celebration of their graduation, going out on dates (as friends) and living a wondrous lifestyle. But, I’m here in my room, working on this secret life known as this blog, which I feel, brings me tremendous happiness, yet at the same time, makes me feel inadequate because everyone seems to be on top of themselves. Whereas I am here on a blog, writing about my life…

Helplessness is the worst thing to feel. It’s in between having a choice and not having a choice – feeling like you have no choice.

Obviously I snap out of this helplessness I feel, because somewhere, I know I am exploring myself, which a lot of young people cannot do. They’d rather go out with friends, grow up way beyond their age and seek their independence. I’m okay here… I may seem like the most helplessness person, which I probably am.

But there’s a reverence in all of this, which I cannot seem to explain. Maybe I won’t have my own car or the latest phone anytime soon, but I have enough faith in God and this path, that everything will figure itself out – that i’ll be rewarded and that it will be given to me rather than me chasing it.

And somehow that is everything…

You’ve managed to do it again – neglecting a blog…

You’ve probably got everything at the door, ready to attack me, haven’t you? Well I have been gone, yes I have. That is because today after 2 relatively intense weeks, I have finished my exams. There is a bit more to the story I want to tell, but no, I don’t want to get into the semantics of the whole thing.

Originally I had not wanted to complete my exams, however, after talking myself in and out of it, I had finally completed my high school journey completely.

I’m here in my common room, waiting for my mother to come and pick me up, and I feel happy. Obviously I have a mix between feeling nostalgic and upset, that the home I became accustomed to, is now pushing me out the door. But there is a sense of accomplishment within me that feels that I tried hard, in times of pressure and stress, and I worked the whole year for everything that will now amount to something rather than nothing. I have finished high school everyone…

There aren’t really any words I can say to you. It just happened. I’m just left here with a slight feel of sadness, but also with a sense of reverence…

Whatever happens from here on, I hope that I’ll be okay. That I’ll find someway to get through it all.

That’s all for now,

-Locke Dor

I’m back with a bit of news in a short amount of days.

Hey everyone,

I haven’t been here for about four days and that has been because I have been finishing up at school. Making sure to complete all my tests and attending valedictory, farewell assembly, all of those stuff. It’s been a very busy week, which I know has led me to not prioritise this blog. But, I apologise. I’m back, and am ready to tell you about the power of conscience. One thing I like to keep in my blogs is the ability for my content to be relatable. I don’t want to ramble on about my everyday life. It seems a bit obnoxious for me.

In later posts, I had said I wanted to not do my exams, that it compromises everything, such as my health, and time. I came clear with this argument, developing a really powerful argument to not only the people around me like my parents and teachers, but also myself. I feel like that’s were people tend to muck up a lot when it comes to decision making. We become dishonest with ourselves. We fool ourselves to think one way of living to the point we actually believe it. That’s what I did. But going back to school, there was an itch urging in me, saying, ‘why don’t you just give your exams a try?’ I’d like to think that was just a coincidental suggestion, but it was a feeling in my gut. A feeling that made me feel bad, as if I was cheating my way out of life. Yes, maybe i’ll never be going to university in the time that my exams will be worth it, but what happened to trying. Even if I flop, i’d still be living right.

Here, was when, I knew that I was taking the easy way out of life. I didn’t want to face my biggest fear which was failure. Failure that I would never fit my expectations that I set myself up to, or that I’ll be the dumbest looking person in others eyes. I probably would. But, that’s not the point. I know who I am, I know what I am capable of. Why should other peoples perception of me affect the way I really am. That seems to be another one of my problems now that I think about it. How I care way too much about the way see me. Just because people may have the image that they are defeated, doesn’t mean that they are. Doesn’t mean that they don’t know themselves or that they don’t have a sense of character. It means that they have fallen, and can choose to stand back up or stay where they are.

I need to stop being afraid of failure, and what people think of me. No, I am not going to do computer science or engineering, or become a cool doctor. But that doesn’t mean I don’t know myself or my capability. I am just deciding to invest it somewhere. Somewhere I know a lot of people don’t follow. Somewhere, where at first people will tell me that I have set myself up for failure.

But, I haven’t.


– Locke Dor

A perfect day for writing – understanding heartbreak

The weather today was honestly wonderful. It wasn’t humid, as usual, but had a crisp air that came along with it. It was enchanting honestly. It kind of made me think about life and how each life is so different and unique. The life I have lived is so different to the lives other’s have lived. But one thing I have learnt, is that we have all been heartbroken before in our lives. Sometimes by people we expected, sometimes by people we would never dare to expect. I just find is amazing, how everyone is bound to get their own share of it all. It’s like no one can hide away from it. No matter how hard they try.

I know I’ve gotten my share of it all. As much as I’d hate to admit, it has become a part of who I am. I think that once it hits you, it never really disappears. It becomes the memory you look back on when you face problems in your life. It becomes this stitch that heals, but always remains. Like a scar.

I guess the point of today’s post, is that I feel like heartbreak is something that will end up becoming a part of someones life sooner or later. It demands to be felt. I guess that’s what makes us human. Our ability to be broken completely, yet pick up our pieces and give to the world, what we wish was given to us. It’s quite enchanting if you think about it. How capable of good we can achieve no matter how much bad things we’ve experienced…


Unrequited love told by yours truly.

I don’t really like to dwell on who I am crushing on or the fine details of it. I feel like to keep the intricate details private. Let it shine in all of its anonymity. So here’s a story, one of many in fact, that I felt I wanted to share.

Every moment before him, was like I was a zombie. I was oblivious to how much God would open your eyes when you would see his divinity shine so much within a being. But I would breathe, go forth with everyday life, and aim to read and find love through fictional characters. Our story wasn’t something like love at first sight, or anything extravagant. It was more like walking and tripping, realising only last minute that you’re falling, and it’s too late to save your heart from the fall. That’s the truth. My heart had fallen against rocks, against oceans, against the deepest of pits. I never knew it. I was so oblivious, so indifferent to it, that the moment I realised it, it was like a string of lights pulling me towards something I didn’t know existed, until it stopped at him. As I started to make sense of it all, I realised a beauty that was living right in front of me. From that moment I had stolen glances, images of him talking, smiling, and hanging out with others. I hid them in words I’ll probably never show anyone, and in letters addressed to him, even though he’ll probably never receive them. From that, he became everything my life was about, not because I was obsessed with him, but because some part of me somehow knew that all of this was temporary. As if I needed to capture this moment, because it might never come back at all.

Honestly, he’s the only man, I’ve ever loved, and probably will ever love. After that moment, every other boy has been monotonous, not as riveting and soul wrenching as this one. The boy I lost my heart to, barely knows me. Everyday day after school I would catch the bus, and live in the heart of the moment, talking with him, appreciating that this would be the only thing we’d sum up to. Bus rides home, and small talk down the street. Some part of me wanted something more out of it. Some part of me wanted to desperately try and keep those moments alive, but I was pressured by an impeding reality that it had to end…It demanded to end.

Accepting the fact that I was only meant to watch love, instead of being a part of it was hard to come to terms with at first. But, slowly I slipped into the passenger seat, watch one of the best things slip right past. I can tell you, there were nights, I was frustrated, I wanted everything to be clear. Should I take the leap and say how much he has changed my world, or should I just wait because I knew innately that this was going to end. Now I watch, look at him at awe, taking as much as I can with me on my walks home.

He was a breeze that made you remember an old memory, one that would make you laugh… I knew we were going to end even though we never really started. I guess I just wanted more. I didn’t want this to be something I’d just let slip and regret it for the rest of my life.

He was a daydream I wished would never end.

Author Gem Stone’s Top Tips For Writing Romance #AmWritingRomance @GemStoneAuthor

Just keeping this for later. 🙂 One day I hope to use these tip. This is the first set of tips I will probably use. Make sure to read this…


As you know I am always on the look out for guest bloggers, so I was thrilled when author Gem Stone agreed to write me a post.

I met Gem on her blog after reading some of her witty posts. Whilst chuckling to myself and hammering on the ‘blog follow’ button, I knew she had to appear on BlondeWriteMore.

It was then I noticed she writes romantic comedy. Cue my excited shriek…(standard response when I meet a writer from my genre), which woke all of my house up, as it was late at night. I then started to explain to my sleep starved loved one about the powerful emotions I experience when in the virtual presence of other romantic comedy writers, but sadly he was only interested in sleeping.

Anyway I managed to persuade Gem to feature on BlondeWriteMore and whip me up a guest post (I don’t ask for…

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You are in love…

Today has been rather simplistic. But there was a thing I found crazy remarkable today. And that was love and emotions. Specifically how we choose to portray these emotions. I feel as if love, as cringe as it sounds, will always be universally appealing to everyone. It is something that demands to be felt.

Today I felt that. I felt love touch me. It wasn’t extravagant, but looking at his eyes was something else. The truth was, I had never met him before. I’m not usually one to believe in love at first sight. No, I’m not saying that for maybe this one time will make me believe in it. I’ll never fully believe i it. I know I don’t love him. I just felt that for once, he saw me as me, and I saw him as him. I guess that’s what was remarkable about it. We have never seen each other before and in all honesty, probably never se each other again. But there was this rawness, at least coming from me. When I encountered that moment, I was completely oblivious to what was happening to me. There was no time to be awkward and break eye contact. There was no time to ever complicate love or whatever it was. It was just two people under an outside light, sharing a brief encounter. Love or whatever it was, it was simply a nice encounter. Nothing more or less. All the words my mouth seem to mutter is that it was fascinating to meet him. Unexpected as it was, it was a nice experience. I know I’ll never see him again. But I am okay with that.