That has been the most used line in my past two weeks of life. It's not like I have time. Between sports and school and my social life, I have no time to myself. Actually scratch the last one, I don't have a social life.
Some way to start a blog eh?
I'm Jess.
I don't usually complain about life.
I write...a lot.
Poems, stories...etc. You name it, I'll whip something up.
I guess that puts out requests.
Probably not a lot of people will read this, but it's somewhere to vent, is it not?
For English class, I was asked what role humanity and identity play in my life. I didn't answer the question, yet I still got exceed expectations.
I don't believe essays is an art. It strips away all creativity of an author, of a writer. There's no point in stating exactly what you're trying to say. Creativity comes with many different aspects, and obvious sometimes isn't one.
I will never be satisfied merely by what I have at the moment. I will always strive for more. Without this drive, I simply am nothing.
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