Yes, I missed Saturday. Yes, I'm aware of this. Yes, I suck.

Actually I don't suck.

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No, I do not suck.

I started writing early this morning and continued through out the entire afternoon. Of course, I took breaks, but once everything is rolling it's difficult to stop.

Yesterday I was transferring my documents from my old laptop to my new, and I came across some very old writings. I mean, like, when I first attempted at writing. Oh boy was that fun going through those. It's interesting because reading them gave me perspective: look how far I've come. And it wasn't even that horrible. Sure, I was unawares of the tropes of writing or the the metaphors to avoid, but for a 16/17 year old girl, I thought I did a damn good job.

Damn good job.

Looking at my present writings and my past ones makes me smile. I'm glad that I've continued to write. That it's not something I attempted and didn't like. Nor a "thing to past the time." Writing has become a part of me. I don't see that changing ever.