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recently, i’ve been wanting to write. it’s funny to me that i spent my entire childhood writing in journals and diaries, then i got my formal education in writing… i thought i was sick of it. i thought i had enough writing to last me a decade, or atleast until i was 25, but here i am— willingly and choosing to write.

it’s just that i need to get my thoughts out and i don’t want to bore those who already hear enough of it.

it’s also that i need to refresh my language skills. writing, just like any other exercise, needs practice and repetition to be skillful. my vocabulary and spelling need my thoughts and dedication. i used to be able to whip out papers as if it were nothing. papers? easy. i’d take papers over anything any day. but now i dread writing papers. i have a four page paper, double spaced, due soon and here i am just avoiding it. weeks pass, and still the same avoidance.

i’ll get it better.