Sometimes I self-declare copywriter. As I was writing, I was blogger like blah blah. I look through old texts their flow and I realize that I did not know a decent grammar and punctuation I was cabbage. Things do not seem to be any change now, but will say sincerely, with all my heart and little spoiled, because I miss it's hard to write. I miss this digital canvas to paint with colored my thoughts, but always gray after drying.
I forgot his desire to write. The desire to pass on an idea, a feeling of giving life and have it print, digital and public forever. I miss it hard to write, to flow, to start my sketch a post in mind and to wake up that writing about something else.
My life has been and is a chaos. We just bad luck, but I learned to digest properly. I work for 3 years as a barista ba, ba reviewer marketing. I tell you frankly, it's hard to be an adult. It's very hard to have responsibilities, you start to pay bills and start to worry about the future.
Whatever it is, I'm sorry now that I have not enjoyed every second of middle school, high school and college. Now, with college degree, I was disgusted by pushing a tired and hope to master them cope with a job and a burning desire to give more weight down.
In other news, I'll try, slowly but surely, write again. And I hope to be more accurate, consistent and creative this time.
