With my hand firmly grasping a pen I continue to scribble another mess to add to my collection. A collage of doodles wrap around the margins as I stare back at blank lines. I can feel a rush of emotion just waiting to be set free but something holds me back. I am not satisfied with my capabilities as a writer and often have trouble finding the right words to convey what I feel. I want to write something thought-provoking, stirring and memorable, leaving the reader with something to ponder. My poems are filled with fluff and random babbling, struggling to have some weighty meaning to it. And with that, yet another sigh escapes my dry lips, my eyes still focused on blank lines.
I'm basically going to use this blog as an outlet for writing and possibly some ranting about my life and whatever else I can think of.
I can't say that there's anything that special about me. I'm a pessimist but a dreamer at heart, a perfectionist, overly sensitive, too shy for my own good, sentimental, a hopeless romantic (true love is absolute bs but I find myself wishing for it), a rock music enthusiast, gamer, lover japanese dramas and anime, and I have weakness for all things sweet and sugary. hee hee
Life is bittersweet and beautiful. I want to enjoy every minute of it. ♥
on first post ♥