I'll write about something else today, for a change, finally.
No loneliness, no that guy, no frustration, no, something different.
This has been open for a good half a hour and I try to avoid the fact that I haven't come up with anything yet... Maybe today's just not the day to write, which would explain the mediocre essay I wrote today; not too bad, but I wasn't particularly exited when she said written works were meant to be published, or when that guy leaned over to read it, especially when his essay was pretty good and deserving of pride.
Today I got to do what I don't get the chance to do as often as I'd like to. Being alone, walking, watching people, feeling completely free to do whatever I feel like doing. And I did. For a while I felt I fitted perfectly in, right after which I felt quite the opposite, and the feelings kept shifting and I remembered it was only day 1.
It is a bit awkward for me when I don't have an specific thing to do, possibly due to the fact that I can be quite rigid, perhaps? Or maybe it's just shyness. This reminds me of a question I was asked today, I utterly hate to describe myself when I am asked to, I don't know what to say, because nothing is true. I might be honest, but I do lie. I might see things from different points of view, but I am biased sometimes. I might be shy, but not even half of the time. I might be intelligent, but I make the same mistakes more than once. I might be driven, but then again I get distracted easily And although I often describe myself in here, I am never forced to do it, I never do arrive to any conclusion I just keep writing endlessly about a topic, and I don't think that they'd appreciate reading something of that sort.
I use waaay too many adverbs and I don't know whether that is good or bad. Bah, it's probably bad.
No loneliness, no that guy, no frustration, no, something different.
This has been open for a good half a hour and I try to avoid the fact that I haven't come up with anything yet... Maybe today's just not the day to write, which would explain the mediocre essay I wrote today; not too bad, but I wasn't particularly exited when she said written works were meant to be published, or when that guy leaned over to read it, especially when his essay was pretty good and deserving of pride.
Today I got to do what I don't get the chance to do as often as I'd like to. Being alone, walking, watching people, feeling completely free to do whatever I feel like doing. And I did. For a while I felt I fitted perfectly in, right after which I felt quite the opposite, and the feelings kept shifting and I remembered it was only day 1.
It is a bit awkward for me when I don't have an specific thing to do, possibly due to the fact that I can be quite rigid, perhaps? Or maybe it's just shyness. This reminds me of a question I was asked today, I utterly hate to describe myself when I am asked to, I don't know what to say, because nothing is true. I might be honest, but I do lie. I might see things from different points of view, but I am biased sometimes. I might be shy, but not even half of the time. I might be intelligent, but I make the same mistakes more than once. I might be driven, but then again I get distracted easily And although I often describe myself in here, I am never forced to do it, I never do arrive to any conclusion I just keep writing endlessly about a topic, and I don't think that they'd appreciate reading something of that sort.
I use waaay too many adverbs and I don't know whether that is good or bad. Bah, it's probably bad.
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