More than half of the time I never know what to type or why I'm typing in the first place. Even now I ponder why Im even typing at the moment. I had always hated to type and even write, but I was always told I was a great writer like a professional. I would write or till my fingers went numb. It has always been a love/hate relationship between me and writing. The more I wrote the more attention was brought to me, I was never the one that craved attention. I never wanted to be seen as a professional writer. I would just write down my thoughts and feelings towards life and accidently or forcefully the words were shown to those with a higher power than my own. And even though I hate writing, I still write, even on my free time, espically whem I'm bored. I want to put my feelings out onto a thin, fragile piece of wood by forcefully digging into it with sharp graphite. There is not much more I can say about my writing. I don't mind the criticism towards my words. I got lazy in the long never ending paragraph. Bye for now