In Solitude

I’m not really a blogger. This is my first attempt to write something out of the blue. Yeah, first time. I just want to know how it feels to put random thoughts out there, wishing one or more people will stop and read. Just last month, something special happened to me. I was inspired to write! I was not forced or something. That’s two different things – inspiration and "being forced". I remember countless times when my teachers would almost twist my arm and make me write about things I’m not even interested in. And yes, we have to use graphic organizers! That’s really shameful, because most writers I know do not even use one. I’m not really a good writer (but I love reading), and I am not a fan of writing. So, if you find this space boring, just click-out. I won’t take it against you. Besides, I’m just yapping until I get a brain fart. Honestly, I don’t know what to blog about. They say it’s not easy to think of cool things to post, and oboy they are so right. I’m not creative either. Gimme a break, I’m still in the process of learning the ropes here. A fifth grade student might even slammer my writing with a simple essay on “What I Did This Summer”. But whaddaheck. I’ll just blog away. Oh by the way... I'm cursed... cursed to be in solitude.