Seriously? I couldn't even get my personal life (that's academics, extra-curricular activities, familial responsibilities, what have you) in order and I'd have time to update my blog? Answer is, no. *DING DING DING!* Jackpot, baby.
Every time an idea sparks in my head, something I would definitely write about, I just happen to be elsewhere, a computer and internet access out of sight. I seem to have this seasonal passion for writing and I think I'm less of a fine writer that I was back in high school. I keep this blog so I could exercise, not just my fingers as I type, but my mind; to rid it of the cobwebs built by vanity and fear; to free my mind of pretensions. That's me, the writer. The other part of me is lazy and apathetic. I never run out of words (to say, yes, but) to write, never. I just can't find the energy and time.
When I wanna write, I really wanna write. And it gets all too frustrating if I can't get the words out! Take now, for example: I'm simply ranting. It's making me feel a little better but when I think about all the stuff I missed to write about, I feel bad again.
Must. Stop. Rant. Blogs. I become an inferior writer by the minute. Come to me, positivity!
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