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I want to get it right.
Posted November 20th 2011 at 06:53 AM by Hopeyyy
I want to write again.
I want my thoughts on paper.
I want to get upset when I mess up. When the ink gets smuged, and it gets my finger black. When I hear the crunch of crumbling the mistake and throwing it away, hearing it hit the bottom of the trash can.
I want to get it right.
I want to smile a small smile, barely at the coner of my lips. Why? Because I wrote something I was proud of.
I stopped writing, because my thoughts were depressing, and I felt writing them down streched out my issues. Or my hopes. Or my dreams. Or my aspirations.
But now I realize, writing made me who I am. That I couldn't function without it, like air I breathe.
Writing is my oen personal muse. My own personal heart beat. It is my comforter
I'm going to start writing again.
I want my thoughts on paper.
I want to get upset when I mess up. When the ink gets smuged, and it gets my finger black. When I hear the crunch of crumbling the mistake and throwing it away, hearing it hit the bottom of the trash can.
I want to get it right.
I want to smile a small smile, barely at the coner of my lips. Why? Because I wrote something I was proud of.
I stopped writing, because my thoughts were depressing, and I felt writing them down streched out my issues. Or my hopes. Or my dreams. Or my aspirations.
But now I realize, writing made me who I am. That I couldn't function without it, like air I breathe.
Writing is my oen personal muse. My own personal heart beat. It is my comforter
I'm going to start writing again.
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