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Female. 17. Someone who needs this blog because - I don't always say what I mean and I don't always mean what I say. And here I let it all out. Living life and loving it. <3
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Becca is disappointed.
I have just realised that I have become abysmal at writing, at best.
Indeed, once upon the time, the seed of the skill of relatively coherent word crafting was planted upon me. However, it had seemed that it remained dormant, probably because it lacked the brain cells needed to nourish it before blooming. Perhaps it simply refused to, knowing what an admittedly pathetic host I am.
I used to write quite well. Or at least, quite well for a twelve year old.
God, I hope my writing improves. Or I’ll never be able to dabble in journalism.
Oh, lit was hillarious today. And I borrowed an umbrella from someone, only for it to stop raining once I possessed it. =.=
PS: Hm. planning to edit The Red Iris, a story I wrote when I was 11.
9:58 PM
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Becca is disappointed.
I have just realised that I have become abysmal at writing, at best.
Indeed, once upon the time, the seed of the skill of relatively coherent word crafting was planted upon me. However, it had seemed that it remained dormant, probably because it lacked the brain cells needed to nourish it before blooming. Perhaps it simply refused to, knowing what an admittedly pathetic host I am.
I used to write quite well. Or at least, quite well for a twelve year old.
God, I hope my writing improves. Or I’ll never be able to dabble in journalism.
Oh, lit was hillarious today. And I borrowed an umbrella from someone, only for it to stop raining once I possessed it. =.=
PS: Hm. planning to edit The Red Iris, a story I wrote when I was 11.
