So I don't even know if anyone reads this blog anymore...Honestly I don't even know why it still exists. I've been so unfaithful in writing on here at least once a week so its pretty much a fail.
Anyways, I've always loved writing though I never was very talented at it. I have kept a journal from time to time and usually it takes over a year or two just to com
plete one. Going back and rereading the entries from my past I have to admit is quite boring. I was pretty much a lousy story teller. I have friends that write in journals religiously, not like its their god or anything but they do have dedication. I suppose that was something I always lacked. I never had a drive to write like that, even if I really enjoyed it. Sometimes its good to be able to express your emotions in that way. Uncensored, full of raw emotion. Pouring your heart out hoping someone one day may care about it. Although, if I were to be truthful, I would never in a million years want anyone to read one of those journals. Perhaps one day I'll get rid of them instead of wasting space in my closet. Maybe I'll have the power to let go of the past and move on to the future....maybe one day...
plete one. Going back and rereading the entries from my past I have to admit is quite boring. I was pretty much a lousy story teller. I have friends that write in journals religiously, not like its their god or anything but they do have dedication. I suppose that was something I always lacked. I never had a drive to write like that, even if I really enjoyed it. Sometimes its good to be able to express your emotions in that way. Uncensored, full of raw emotion. Pouring your heart out hoping someone one day may care about it. Although, if I were to be truthful, I would never in a million years want anyone to read one of those journals. Perhaps one day I'll get rid of them instead of wasting space in my closet. Maybe I'll have the power to let go of the past and move on to the future....maybe one day...
