There’s nothing that spring to mind to write, so what I am is forced in a force fed kind of way. What is there to write about, that hasn’t already been written about? Things are sailing along as usual, I’m tired and wishing it was bed time already, so I mean that’s great, but I’m [...]
Posts Tagged ‘writing’
Force Writing
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged blogging, reflection, writing on August 31, 2009 | 2 Comments »
This Place
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged blogging, future, writing on July 16, 2009 | 2 Comments »
This place, this blog, this blank canvas used to be my oasis: it helped me think, to look back and to realise things I needed to change. But the thing is, it’s no longer that way. There’s nothing to write, it’s just become a place to moan (which is where recent posts have gone, if [...]
Blühende Fantasie, wo bist du?
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged imagination, writing on January 2, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
So, where are you then? I remember dreamy days, days where I’d dream of living in London, living a life there, the what I termed “perfect” life. I can’t remember anymore, I can’t write anymore. I write here, but this isn’t what I used to write. I used to write stories, I could play them [...]
Happiness?
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged birmingham, climbing, energy, fluoxetine, happiness, photography, sleep, university, writing on November 18, 2008 | 8 Comments »
So, is this what I’ve been waiting for, days of endless joy where I can laugh, have endless amounts of energy and everything is exciting? If so, it’s really beginning to piss me off. I’m not used to all of this and my surroundings are just now so interesting I stop to look at buildings, [...]
