I think I've always struggled to find the proper ways to express myself. I've never found myself to be particularly good at anything, despite labeling myself as quite a creative and art admiring spirit. I've tried drawing, painting, poetry, and I feel most myself when I'm writing. As a kid I would start writing novels on my computer that I would give up on after one chapter. I would thrive in english classes when we were given the chance to tell stories. Later on through my schooling, my creativity surrounding writing slowly diminished. Maybe partly from outside sources, but probably mostly from my own lack of motivation and confidence.
I was always that girl who tried to seem like she was always exercising her mind by writing a journal daily and reading regularly, but in actual fact, these were all exhausting tasks for me to keep up with. The reasons for this are vast and not something I want to discuss right now, but all I knew, was that by not writing freely, I was only hurting myself. “It seemed to me that if I didn’t write, I would disappear.” — Frederick Seidel So, this is my blog. Or online journal, scrapbook - whatever you want to call it. I have this constant urge to share things with the world, and if anyone wants to listen, that's great. But mostly, this page will be my own space to try to express understand myself a bit better. As a microscopic introduction, here are some facts:
That's all I have to say today. Hopefully I can stick with this project, and maybe people will stick around. Thanks for reading! C
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