From my myspace
I used to be able to do amazing things with words
What happened to me being able to write really long entries?
I was reading back on my LJ ang xanga, and I used to write forever. I used to have so many things to say to the world?
What the hell happened to all of that?
I was also looking at my poetry site. My god. I used to write two or three poems a day. What the fuck happened to me? Where did my emotions go? Where did my creativity go?
Has society and the need to be pretty and stupid really gotten to me so much that I've forgotten the importance of keeping words alive?
Am I so wrapped up in rediculous, inimportant things that I have forgotten how to realese my anger and my sadness and my happiness and my fear and my excitement with my words? Have I really forgotten how to write an amazing journal entry?
I often open up my blog with intent to write a new one, and I can never think of a goddamn thing to say. None of my words form correctly and none of my emotions come out. How is this possible?
What ever happened to my long posts about love and sadness?
What happened to the girl who could write and write and write for hours on end and never get tired or run out of things to say to the keyboard or the paper?
What happened to my ability to find a poem in a simple emotion?
What happened to ME?!!
Did I change or something? My god, I didn't mean to, but I must have.
Maybe I've done some conforming or something.
Whatever happened, I do NOT like it.
I want my words back.
What happened to me being able to write really long entries?
I was reading back on my LJ ang xanga, and I used to write forever. I used to have so many things to say to the world?
What the hell happened to all of that?
I was also looking at my poetry site. My god. I used to write two or three poems a day. What the fuck happened to me? Where did my emotions go? Where did my creativity go?
Has society and the need to be pretty and stupid really gotten to me so much that I've forgotten the importance of keeping words alive?
Am I so wrapped up in rediculous, inimportant things that I have forgotten how to realese my anger and my sadness and my happiness and my fear and my excitement with my words? Have I really forgotten how to write an amazing journal entry?
I often open up my blog with intent to write a new one, and I can never think of a goddamn thing to say. None of my words form correctly and none of my emotions come out. How is this possible?
What ever happened to my long posts about love and sadness?
What happened to the girl who could write and write and write for hours on end and never get tired or run out of things to say to the keyboard or the paper?
What happened to my ability to find a poem in a simple emotion?
What happened to ME?!!
Did I change or something? My god, I didn't mean to, but I must have.
Maybe I've done some conforming or something.
Whatever happened, I do NOT like it.
I want my words back.