Writing
Oddly enough I spent some time thinking to myself last night that I should really write down some of the childish fiction that's been humming about my brain since my teenage years. As I grow older I find myself more or less BOUND to the things I remember liking when I was younger, perhaps clinging to that nostalgia as a way to escape truly growing older.
So I may, despite the fact that people might frown on it, or that I might find myself frowning on it, as a way to grasp the immaturity within myself and allow it to flourish once more. Writing, no matter how terrible or immature, is still an outlet...
...I could really use an outlet right now.
And who knows, I may post some of it here for the entire internet to judge.
Heaven forbid.
-VC
So I may, despite the fact that people might frown on it, or that I might find myself frowning on it, as a way to grasp the immaturity within myself and allow it to flourish once more. Writing, no matter how terrible or immature, is still an outlet...
...I could really use an outlet right now.
And who knows, I may post some of it here for the entire internet to judge.
Heaven forbid.
-VC