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You know the feeling of not being able to write on live journal. You know who or what you want to write about, but you can't seem to make sense of it all. The words get jumbled inside of your head before you can spew it out on paper. This LJ entry started off with me thinking something like, life is too short, but some how ended up with me talking about writers block. How ironic.
Life is a blink. Don't let day to day problems bog you down. Are you still angry about that C you got on a math test in 7th grade? No. Do you still hate your friend because he kissed the girl you were lusting over two years ago? Well, maybe, but in time that will change. Time heals all wounds. That is the thing I don't like though, I don't want my wounds healed in time. I don't have much of it; noone does. All we are, is dust in the wind, and quite frankly that scares the shit out of me.
Life is a blink. Don't let day to day problems bog you down. Are you still angry about that C you got on a math test in 7th grade? No. Do you still hate your friend because he kissed the girl you were lusting over two years ago? Well, maybe, but in time that will change. Time heals all wounds. That is the thing I don't like though, I don't want my wounds healed in time. I don't have much of it; noone does. All we are, is dust in the wind, and quite frankly that scares the shit out of me.