Hey! How my writing changed over the years is something I never really noticed until recently. One day, I scrolled through my old blog posts, and honestly, it felt like reading something written by a completely different human being. Either that, or a ghost possessed my younger self and decided to type aggressively without thinking about future embarrassment. HAHAHAHAHHAHA
Back then, my writing was raw. Unfiltered. Full of curses yang tak disensor langsung, and every minor inconvenience turned me into a part-time Karen. I used to complain about anything and everything on the internet as if someone had personally requested a full emotional damage report. When I first started this blog, my only mission was to rant about whatever was bothering me and offer my own so-called “solutions”. It wasn’t meant for deep reflection at all.
But over time, things shifted. I still talk about issues that frustrate me, but now in a gentler, more thoughtful way. Somehow, this space slowly turned into a place where I process life instead of just shouting into the void. And I no longer limit myself to that one type of content. These days, I write about memories too. Somehow it feels more meaningful, like I’m building something I won’t cringe at five years from now.
From Complaints to Reflections
How my writing changed over the years says a lot about how I’ve changed as a person, too. These days, instead of typing angrily, I pause. I think. I try to understand myself before throwing words into the world. My tone is less “I need to scream” and more “Let me sit down and process this.”
Recently, I enjoyed writing pieces like The Trip I Remember. It wasn’t dramatic, it wasn’t loud, and it didn’t require me to roast anyone. It was simply a memory. Soft, emotional, and something that actually felt meaningful to write. Giteww..
I realised I enjoy this version of writing more. It’s calmer. It’s honest without being explosive. And it feels like something future-me won’t cringe at (hopefully… we will see.LOL).
Growth, Maturity, and a Slight Reduction in Chaos
How my writing changed over the years is probably a natural result of growing older. I don’t find joy in shouting into the void anymore. Now, it’s more about documenting moments, thoughts, and small pieces of life that matter.
I prefer writing things that future-me can read without wanting to delete the entire blog out of pure shame. My new writing feels like a conversation with myself that’s kinder, more stable, and a tiny bit funnier (on purpose this time, not chaotic accidental humour). Maybe this is maturity or healing. Or maybe I’m just tired. Either way, I like this new voice. And I hope it stays. Jangan kena rasuk balik Liyana yang lama. HAHAHAHA.
Conclusion: A Little Older, A Little Softer, Still Me
Watching how my writing changed over the years makes me realise that growth doesn’t always come with fireworks. Sometimes it shows up quietly in the way we choose our words. In the tone we use. In how we handle our emotions. I may still complain sometimes. Hey, I’m human kan…but it’s no longer my whole identity. Now, I write to remember, not to rage. And maybe… that’s enough.
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