Sureofmyselff
When I was seventeen, back in 2017, I started writing about Shawn Mendes. What began as a small obsession quickly became a creative awakening. A spark that lit up a time when I didnt like school, didn′t like the people around me and barely recognized the part of myself that let me drown in it, believing the negative voices that tried to define my reality.
I once had an Instagram account, which I started after my first Shawn Mendes concert on 15th May 2017, just a few days after my birthday. Honestly, I was more excited to see Shawn than to celebrate my own birthday. From there, I started my writing career. I moved to Wattpad and later created another Instagram account for edits and more daring content. Each space connected me with people, some of whom I still know today.
Writing and editing became my escape, my language, my way of living and bringing color into my life. I learned English the hard way, through endless typos and broken grammar, but somehow people cared more about the story than the mistakes. And that meant everything.
I found joy in every late-night scene I wrote. I even believe that I wear the glasses I do now because I couldn′t tear my eyes away from the screen in the middle of the night, determined to finish the next post for Instagram.
Soon my stories grew bolder, a little spicier, a mix of fantasy, power and passion, where "Shawn" slowly stopped being Shawn and simply became a vessel for the wildest corners of my imagination.
And now, almost eight years later, those messy, beautiful writings still rest on an old hard drive. It would be a shame for them to fade into digital dust. Some were deleted along the way. Wattpad never liked my "too honest" storytelling, but I′ve been thinking of rewriting them, polishing them and finally bringing them back to life.
Maybe someone out there will feel the same nostalgia I just felt or maybe they′ll simply enjoy the stories as a small escape from reality. The stories that once meant the world to a seventeen-year-old girl who found herself through words.
Out of all this came Sureofmyselff, my little fan page, born from the belife that I could do better, that I was better.
