I reckon...
Life is damn useless. Doncha think? I mean, the holidays have just started and I'm itching to write something. ITCHING. It's like little bugs are crawling underneath my damn skin, I want to write so bad.
But every time I sit in front of the computer and open a word document, it just sits there. Blank. Empty. White. MOCKING ME I TELL YOU MOCKING ME!
So when exam time rolls around, I can't sleep. You wanna know why? It's probably because every amazing story idea ever concieved is floating around in my head instead of chemical reactions, equations and essay structures. Of course when holidays roll around the whiteness of a blank page (diary or computer) begins to laugh at my pathetic existence again.
I should be more like Leeteuk.
Anyways this was fun, time to stop procrastinating and get to the actual writing :D
But every time I sit in front of the computer and open a word document, it just sits there. Blank. Empty. White. MOCKING ME I TELL YOU MOCKING ME!
So when exam time rolls around, I can't sleep. You wanna know why? It's probably because every amazing story idea ever concieved is floating around in my head instead of chemical reactions, equations and essay structures. Of course when holidays roll around the whiteness of a blank page (diary or computer) begins to laugh at my pathetic existence again.
I should be more like Leeteuk.
Anyways this was fun, time to stop procrastinating and get to the actual writing :D