Let me talk about why I love writing… I don’t have a good penmanship to begin with.
I didn’t have enough knowledge to learn about the proper way of writing, all I know was I just write whatever it was that I want to write and put it in a way where I would feel grateful even if I read my article over and over. I started out making poems when I was in high school but no one actually appreciated it so I thrown all my work away and got involved with essays instead. Due to so much paper works and take home assignments back in school, I didn’t have time to write anymore but it’s glad to know that I always go back in writing whenever I feel like it. When I learned how to blog, I would always find time to find a pen and a paper and write everything what I liked the world to know.
When I first bought a journal, it was a small one but then not so good memories came by and I didn’t mind putting it in anymore since I didn’t want to remember bad things, or at least I put it there anonymously. It was not everyday that I put something to write on my journal but when something happened that was remarkably unforgettable, I wrote something about it. My journal is more of my refuge, secrets and lies, there’s nothing I could hide when I’m writing, it’s like I couldn’t fight my hands from writing facts, feelings and everything.
I had so much to write about my life, so much to talk about and so much to laugh about. Incorporating writing in my life seems too awful and I would need a day or two to tell you my story.