Today I graduated from high school. (Well technically yesterday but I've haven't slept yet.) Unfortunately, I could not control the wanderings of my mind to pay attention to the exciting speeches given before me. So I don't have much to say about my high school graduation. My thoughts were consummed with the book I wanted to write. I'm not really a writer. Not at all. Actually I know for a fact I could never write for a living. At least not books about people and things and events or whatever authors usually write about. That's not really my thing. But if I did decide to write a book, I had the first paragraph all planned out. Here's roughly how it would go.
This is the story of a girl. A girl who didn't know who she was or where she belonged. She wasn't sure where she was headed or even where she had come from. She was torn between the so-called normalties of society and rejecting the world. The more her awareness grew of this fact the more lost she became. She needed answers that were impossible to achieve considering she didn't even know the questions.
And that's about it right there. Would you read it? I wouldn't. That's why I could never be a writer. I don't exactly write for an audience. I write to clear my head, to spill the emotions brewing inside me, to release the stress that consumes me. I write just to write. To get my thoughts down on paper. I never read what I write after I write it. I read it just once to proof read. My English writing skills still get the best of me. But besides that I'll write and then never look at it again. And it was these thoughts that lead me to this.. a blog. This is the perfect combination of writing/journaling. Maybe no one will read this blog. Not even me. I don't care. It's just the perfect solution. So here I am blogging away. Well not yet, but I guess I'll see where this new hobbie of mine takes me.
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