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Yeah, I fail at keeping up with journals. They say that writers write down everything and have tons of journals, is it odd that I have the inability to be able to do it? Then again I'm not a famous author yet. YET my friends.
Oh, I have a memory. So I was on Neopets in the Writer's section my uh, siggie was "I want to be an aothor." and somebody called me out for it. I was like, 11. The jerk. Not my fault I didn't have a pretty little spell check at the top of my toolbar yet.... Oh and somebody had their little page as "writers__usa is sooooo anoying!" and told everybody IN A THREAD to check it out. I really don't remember the responses, only that I laughed it off. The internet confused me.
Well, looking back, I've changed so much. My knowledge of things, how I've branched off from my parents in my ways of thinking and I won't go on and on about my personal growth from then. But I have, much more mature and oddly enough, I think I've reached the most mature I'll get until I have kids but I really hope I keep my maturity. You need to be a child to care for a child. Not a immature child that is, but you need to be one. I feel my growth under my skin, begging me to get on with my life and follow my dreams.
I know I can do it; I just know it.
As I sit here, pondering about cracking my knuckles, a slight headache from my AP English paper, getting advice from my brother about taking drinks from men and to watch them and listening to music, I feel contented. And like I just did a creative writing assignment. And like I just got beat up by my imginary boyfriend Bob. My right eyelid is starting to droop, I suspect nerve damage after getting hit near the temple there. Nothing violent, just pure accident with me picking up a marker and my BFF's Sammy's elbow nailing my head as I stood up.
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The jerk.
Oh, I have a memory. So I was on Neopets in the Writer's section my uh, siggie was "I want to be an aothor." and somebody called me out for it. I was like, 11. The jerk. Not my fault I didn't have a pretty little spell check at the top of my toolbar yet.... Oh and somebody had their little page as "writers__usa is sooooo anoying!" and told everybody IN A THREAD to check it out. I really don't remember the responses, only that I laughed it off. The internet confused me.
Well, looking back, I've changed so much. My knowledge of things, how I've branched off from my parents in my ways of thinking and I won't go on and on about my personal growth from then. But I have, much more mature and oddly enough, I think I've reached the most mature I'll get until I have kids but I really hope I keep my maturity. You need to be a child to care for a child. Not a immature child that is, but you need to be one. I feel my growth under my skin, begging me to get on with my life and follow my dreams.
I know I can do it; I just know it.
As I sit here, pondering about cracking my knuckles, a slight headache from my AP English paper, getting advice from my brother about taking drinks from men and to watch them and listening to music, I feel contented. And like I just did a creative writing assignment. And like I just got beat up by my imginary boyfriend Bob. My right eyelid is starting to droop, I suspect nerve damage after getting hit near the temple there. Nothing violent, just pure accident with me picking up a marker and my BFF's Sammy's elbow nailing my head as I stood up.
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The jerk.