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Good writers. they are heroes. immortals. Putting thoughts into words; its astonishing whenever i think about it.
and then i think about how pathetically inept i am at this area.
The first word document of this semester is opened and scattered with disorganised thoughts about this particular assignment; nothing too heavy. 300 words, most likely ungraded. put it off for a week and now here i am. ladidah ladidah... the usual.
and im unfocused, bored, and could't really give a shit. im stuck.
haunted by familiar ghost.
reading bright stars: love letters and poems of john keats to fanny brawne. its... something. ( yes i have just reduced pretty much the only evidence of their epic love affair to the word ' something')
i better get going.
and then i think about how pathetically inept i am at this area.
The first word document of this semester is opened and scattered with disorganised thoughts about this particular assignment; nothing too heavy. 300 words, most likely ungraded. put it off for a week and now here i am. ladidah ladidah... the usual.
and im unfocused, bored, and could't really give a shit. im stuck.
haunted by familiar ghost.
reading bright stars: love letters and poems of john keats to fanny brawne. its... something. ( yes i have just reduced pretty much the only evidence of their epic love affair to the word ' something')
i better get going.