Squencing dificulties
Just a little something I wrote, NO STEALIE! (my actual name was replaced by my LiveJournal username)
Ok, I’m Soen Lastande and I am just and average ordinary teenager. Oh and I go to St George Girls High School… and have sequencing difficulties. I am not exactly sure what sequencing difficulties actually entail, but I know how I sometimes feel when it comes to writing. When I write it is like all the pent up information either wants to get out at once leaving a jumbled mess of stuffed up spelling and missing ‘the’s and ‘and’s or decides that it wants to fester at the back of my mind and I’m left with nada on my page. Either way leaves me stressed, and a stressed Soen is not a happy Soen. I detest writing, all writing, with the exception of poetry. My thoughts are jumbled and sometimes I make no sense at all, writing or speaking, and I leave even myself confused. That, I believe, is the worst part, being confused. I know I can do better, I have done better, but this inability to get my mind organized and what I want and what I know on to paper is just so frustrating. It’s like a permanent writers block on my brain, I want my words to spring to life, I want you to feel the emotion I have written, I want you to hear the words I write, like someone is speaking to you… ugh I’m even experiencing it now. My hands are waving about my face and the information I need to tell you is at my fingertips, but I can’t find the words and now the emotion is building up around me and the pressure is mounting and I’m slamming on the keys and I’m gritting my teeth and I really want to scream… but I don’t, nothing is wrong with me I just have sequencing difficulties.
Soen Lastande
(You Likey?)
Ok, I’m Soen Lastande and I am just and average ordinary teenager. Oh and I go to St George Girls High School… and have sequencing difficulties. I am not exactly sure what sequencing difficulties actually entail, but I know how I sometimes feel when it comes to writing. When I write it is like all the pent up information either wants to get out at once leaving a jumbled mess of stuffed up spelling and missing ‘the’s and ‘and’s or decides that it wants to fester at the back of my mind and I’m left with nada on my page. Either way leaves me stressed, and a stressed Soen is not a happy Soen. I detest writing, all writing, with the exception of poetry. My thoughts are jumbled and sometimes I make no sense at all, writing or speaking, and I leave even myself confused. That, I believe, is the worst part, being confused. I know I can do better, I have done better, but this inability to get my mind organized and what I want and what I know on to paper is just so frustrating. It’s like a permanent writers block on my brain, I want my words to spring to life, I want you to feel the emotion I have written, I want you to hear the words I write, like someone is speaking to you… ugh I’m even experiencing it now. My hands are waving about my face and the information I need to tell you is at my fingertips, but I can’t find the words and now the emotion is building up around me and the pressure is mounting and I’m slamming on the keys and I’m gritting my teeth and I really want to scream… but I don’t, nothing is wrong with me I just have sequencing difficulties.
Soen Lastande
(You Likey?)