Freewriter

I cant remember if this is a small secret of mine or not, but I'll write as if it was:

I secretly love to write. I'm not really one to boast it, I don't actually consider myself a writer, and I surely don't make people read whatever it is that I do happen to scratch on a paper, but either way, writing is my thing. Even if I don't have anything to say, sometimes I'll practice actual lettering and signatures just for shits and giggles. I find myself filling up whole pages on practicing how I want to write an A, or a B. I totally dig different kinds of paper and the way it crunches, or certain pens that throw out an insane amount of ink, in turn making my lettering flow easier and prettier. I prefer blue ink over black, and yes, I'm guilty of stealing pens along with magazines if I like them enough. Although, I do have the courtesy to ask someone if I could steal it. Its very rare someone says no when asked. Sometimes I'll write letters either to myself or to other people just because my mind is flowing with thoughts. I've attempted to keep journals before, but I never finish them. I end up just writing on whatever is near. There is absolutely no way that I'm gonna carry around a book filled with my thoughts or randomness for people to snoop through.. And not that I care at all, but just the thought of someones snooping drives me crazy. So, lately I've been wanting to update the blog, but I've been holding off because the only thing that comes to my mind easily is things I've learned lately. I'll definitely include the new things I've tried, but I'll switch up the blog a little (new?) in order to satisfy this thought, and hopefully be able to move on to witty and funny writing that I love to do. Most times, I just write how I think in my head anyway, so if I'm not feeling silly at the moment, its hard to be hilarious. :) This will be total free writing, so as the thoughts come, the writing goes, so some of it may be random, some dark, some funny, not spell checked, or punctuated correctly, you get the idea..



i've learned that you cant make someone see the way you feel. you cant help someone that doesnt want to be helped. sometimes making decisions includes everyone, even though it should only include yourself. school really is important for me. i dont think i would have grown without it. i love stories. i look up to authors. i'll probably never want to write a book. ive never been to a book signing, nor do i want to. it'd make that person less of an icon for me. weird, yes i know. when i buy a home, i will have a mini library of books i havent gotten to yet. and ones that i've read over and over again. i enjoy finding misprints in books and newspapers. my eye will always catch the abnormal. i love jeans. i love jeans. i love jeans. black is my go to color, not because i'm upset, but because i like the crisp look to it. i'm sure green and maroon look better. silence is golden. sometimes all people need to do is vent; it isnt your job to find a solution for them. its your job to listen. somepeople know all about your life, and it could be the ones that know nothing about you, that make you feel good about yourself. i have friends i know nothing about, yet their aura brings me to them. genuinely liking someone because they are chill and expect nothing of you is a great feeling. not having to tell your story is nice. yet others i know terrible things about them or what happend to them, and vice versa and i still know, theyre a good seed and they think the same of me. Love those people too.

~I think I wrote this back in April and never published it. So I pretty much was bored one day at work and my mind was wheeling in a different direction than in the "blog" direction that it needed to be in. So I'm publishing it just because and I'm about to do my normal one since I've completely derailed from my resolution and maria and annette are on my ass. Love you gals!