I've become increasingly filled to the brim with reasons to stay on my sorry butt and refrain from living my life. But, as in my favorite OK GO song, "It ain't real forgiving sitting here picturing someone else living." One of this things I've stopped doing, and regretted no longer doing, is writing. Yeah, I do a lot of writing for my AP English class but it's been months since I wrote something I really cared about. I live for stories, and not writing them has left all of my pent-up emotions to sit bottled inside me where they fester into hatred and jealousy and to be entirely honest, I don't really think I can talk to anyone I know about them. I started to lose sight of my love of writing, and now looking back, what I thought was good at the time I wrote it was actually complete crap. While I'm re-gaining my novelist confidence (let's be real, it'll be a while, and probably because of my lack of effort) I need somewhere to write without feeling like it has to be good. I don't wanna worry about how I'm phrasing my sentences or if I'm using too many commas or if I'm ending my sentences with a preposition (wow thanks for that habit, southern state that I unwillingly live in). Admittedly this is a form of grammatical suicide that I'll most likely regret during aforementioned english class but what the hell! Breaking habits is a hobby of mine, one that I need to partake in more often. I don't even know why I'm explaining this considering I'm never going to share the link with anyone. I considered giving the url to this guy (let's call him James, you'll be hearing a lot about them Mr. Nonexistent-Reader) but this is for myself not for him (I should tell myself that more often as well) and I'm going to be entirely honest with no holding back except for things like names, locations, and incriminating details. Not that I'm a criminal, I don't have the guts or the reason for that. I'll probably end up deleting this site, whatever it becomes, but until then it's my very own personal writing retreat. I like to image it's a cabin on a lake with a complimentary cute dog. Well, I just home from an eight hour car ride going from a place I love to a place I hate so I'm gonna go shower, procrastinate about unpacking, and oh my god I just at a Cranberry-Raspberry Snapple flavor Jelly Belly and it tasted like how hamster bedding smells eW
I'll post more later. ~Margo (my name isn't Margo) P.S. I am soooo not editing this lol sorry for any typos [peace sign emoji] "Love is truly the great manifesto; the urge to be, to count for something, and, if death must come, to die valiantly, with acclamation--in short, to remain a memory." -Cesare Pavese Comments are closed.
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