It's nice when things work out, isn't it? When stuff goes back to how it was or was going to be without any extra effort added. It's fixed itself, and I figured that out in time not to ruin it by meddling in what wasn't, it turns out, broken. Hooray! So that was good. But not particularly useful/relevant.
I want to write a poem about something
that means a lot to me, but how to start?
Already stuck.
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I just don't feel like being particularly fictional today? Like...the part of me that says *i only write stuff i know about so don't try to force me to write something ridic* is rearing its incredibly inconvenient head. COME ONNNNNN let's go let's do this think think think think fffffffffffffffffffffffff
I probably shouldn't post this. It is an insight into the way my head works that no one needs to see. I am probably going to post it anyway. For posterity or something.
Remember when I did that journal for Expository Writing and I basically just spent half an hour typing 1000 words of the first things that popped into my head? This is kind of like that.
I'm sorry, dear.
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Um, that's exactly how I did my writing for Expository Writing as well. Most of it went something like, "Byrd's making me do this and this is dumb; I have nothing to say." So I understand.
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