I want to say something creative. I want to write something that I will think is good. But I don't think I ever do? I write a lot, I suppose it is my passion. I want to be a writer. So why don't I consider myself a writer already? I wish I could just sit down, and write a book. Or, I wish I could just do an amazing piece of art. Do I have a natural talent? I don't know. Any writing talent I have is learned. But that's okay I guess... Writing is really my only outlet. My art and music skills are horridly undeveloped, so I can't express myself through those. I think writing is nice, because I can just... put my ideas and words through. I wonder if I'm a good writer. Am I good enough to make a reader feel things? Feel emotion? I think I made my english teacher feel something while reading my writing. I suppose that's a start. I always say, "I'll write more later on in life." "I will be better later on in life." But I don't want to wait for later. When is later?
I've been thinking about getting another dog. I do not know why I want one. I want a new friend? A jogging partner? A companion? Perhaps. I know what breed I want. I want, a black and white Alaskan Klee Kai. But I can't find any breeders around me, especially not with any available puppies. Maybe that is fate's way of saying, "no, fuck you."
I'm trying to work on improving my life, through cleaning, exercising, writing, and trying to sort out my emotional self. I don't feel like I'm making much progress. How long before I see results? I'm a tired, old self. And I want to reinvent myself and feel new. I hate everything I have been these past few months. Can I just hit the backspace? Ohhh dear I have some serious problems.
I'm nervous about school next year. The campus is so huge. There are a ton of new people. I don't really know anyone except for Taylor, and there is a huuuuge chance that we won't have any classes together. Or lunch together. I am terrified of lunch. What if I make a total idiot out of myself? Ohhh dear. And ROTC. Oh god. I wanted to write something deep and meaningful on these pages. But I haven't. I'm disappointed in myself. Maybe I need some like, guided writing. Away to google I
I've been thinking about getting another dog. I do not know why I want one. I want a new friend? A jogging partner? A companion? Perhaps. I know what breed I want. I want, a black and white Alaskan Klee Kai. But I can't find any breeders around me, especially not with any available puppies. Maybe that is fate's way of saying, "no, fuck you."
I'm trying to work on improving my life, through cleaning, exercising, writing, and trying to sort out my emotional self. I don't feel like I'm making much progress. How long before I see results? I'm a tired, old self. And I want to reinvent myself and feel new. I hate everything I have been these past few months. Can I just hit the backspace? Ohhh dear I have some serious problems.
I'm nervous about school next year. The campus is so huge. There are a ton of new people. I don't really know anyone except for Taylor, and there is a huuuuge chance that we won't have any classes together. Or lunch together. I am terrified of lunch. What if I make a total idiot out of myself? Ohhh dear. And ROTC. Oh god. I wanted to write something deep and meaningful on these pages. But I haven't. I'm disappointed in myself. Maybe I need some like, guided writing. Away to google I
