I would definately like to write more often…no, I NEED to write more often. I havent written anything in my book in quite some time, and rarely do I blog or write a journal entry anymore. I still love writing and it is still a passion of mine, but I think I just get so caught up in my days that when I think about writing something, I have no time to. It actually makes me really sad because right now, when someone talks about me being a writer, I think it’s kind of a joke. Why? because I don’t think I can even consider myself a writer right now because writers actually write stuff…unlike me lately. =[
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I’ve started to write a lot more now a days. and I love it. I think I owe a lot of it to this wonderful thing called livejournal. I never really wanted or thought about getting a livejournal until my friend kept bothering me to get one. I didn’t even know what one was. so I finally decided to make one, one night because I was bored. and at first I would just post stupid entries saying how I was only writing in this thing to kept my friends happy and because I had nothing better to do at the moment. now I’ve started writing poetry and figuring out who I really am, writing down thoughts I have. just everything and anything that comes to my mind. I think writing things down that happen in my life helps me remember them better, sense I have realized I don’t have the best memory. I just love to write now a days.
Writing is both mask and unveiling.

