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06.15.13 ♥ 1
I hope the plans I’m making for my future pan out. It would be great to get into graduate school, get my masters, and get a beautifully paying job.
Here’s hoping I can make it work out.
Wonder what life would be like from the perspective of an animal.
Honestly, that have it easy. They don’t have to worry about GRE tests, graduate school, or career plans.
They just live, eat, fuck, and sleep.
That’s sounds like the perfect life.
Sure they’re on the food chain, but at least they don’t have much to worry about.
This is my 24th straight day of writing something for under this series for my blog and since my birthday is on the 24th of July, I guess I should write something special about my aging.
Though getting old seems to be a scary topic, the great part about it is looking at past writings I’ve done over the years.
My writing on tumblr 4 years ago seems so different because I was truly in a different place. I was not only younger, but also innocent. Since then I’ve gone through so much life altering experience.
What scares me about this “life conditioning” I’ve gone through is that back then I tried so hard with my grammar style and vernacular compost. I tried to sound so eloquent and advanced but now I don’t tried. I just feel. I write my emotion and sense of feeling without worrying about the way it sounds to academic persons and professors because as long as I emulate what I mean…it matters.
I used to be so blatantly blind to the meaning of the world and how harsh it could be. Now I know that I need to be strong and aid myself through its obstacles.
I guess I look forward to getting older. For each year i learn more and am able to handle the challenges thrown at me. I don’t despise aging anymore.
In fact, I approve of it.
Hopefully one day i’ll look back and be proud of the changes I’ve gone through over the years. I truly do hope so…
I have promised to write something new. And I will. After being mature in the situations I have been forced into lately, I owe it to myself to do better and change. I promise to give this world something fantastic to read and praise. It’s my purpose. And I will make it fucking happen.
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A writer is anyone who creates a written work, though the word usually designates those who write creatively or professionally, as well as those who have written in many different forms.
Any dictionary would give you this or some varying definition, but I ask you this “Who or what is a…
Something I wrote about four or three years ago when I first started my tumblr. It’s odd seeing how different my writing has grown over the years.
I haven’t been able to work on my new creative piece all week because of sheer procrastination, busyness with work, and overall exhaustion.
I will say this though: My piece hits very close to home. It deals heavily on the emotions i was feeling at the close of March. Back then i was a mess (not that i’ve improved much since then but i guess i just learned to deal better). I’ve become less attached to emotions i should be willing to share with people. Honestly, why share how you feel about someone if they’re just going to oversee that? In fact ironically enough, by her having broken up with me I am now doing exactly what she said she was going to do with herself before she broke up with me: I will focus on myself.
This piece is not a cry for help, nor is it used to get someone to take me back. As i’ve learned, writing is the best outlook I have for getting over stuff.
When one of my closest friend’s started dating my other ex “girlfriend”(though it seems pointless even calling her an ex when our relationship was short lived) I ended up writing a short narrative based on an exaggerated future variant of the whole event.
I was told it was an emotional piece by some, lacking in sympathy for some characters, and different considering i never write happy endings. For once though, i used my fictional writing of a positive ending as a tool for tricking my true feelings into believing I would be fine.
The truth is I wasn’t fine.
I’m still not fine.
In fact, i’m worse than I’ve been in months.
It’s just easier for me to hide it. Add that with a little distraction and steady pay…anything can be hidden away.
This new piece will be my new attempt at closure.
I truly don’t give a fuck about who reads it. Nor will i judge what people feel about it. Per chance my ex did read this, i would probably have to thank her for the inspiration. I don’t mean it sarcastically. I truly mean it. Shit happens. I don’t hold it against you. Sometimes we share moments with people. Sometimes their beautiful moments. Sometimes their lacking in romanticism. Regardless of what was there or wasn’t, you felt something for me once. As did I for you(whether they are still current or not). I hope someday you find a boy who fits the expectations you have. Honestly. I couldn’t reach them, but that’s okay. Maybe i’m meant to be with someone else who will accept me for what I am. After all, that is all I want. Someone who cares about me for me.
Who knows. Life’s strange but we can’t just call it quits because of some minor downs. Where’s the fun in giving up anyway…
I love movies. That is all. Proceed with your daily tumblring.
