Last nigh, picked up a few papers that I have written. Some of them, were with accounts online infos. Others, were self-suggestions of games I used to play, the ways to improve my "life" in such games. Instead having the papers occupying space in my desk, I decided to type them, add some new infos and save them on a USB pen. Better start from little things, than not starting at all! And that's not the only thing I am wanting to start doing... Writing would be a blessing, but most of my time in my own comuter is occupied by playing the same old game, that I have played countless times, before having internet at home. Now I am without Internet at home, once again, needing to pay €1 everytime I want to come around. But well... i typed around 800 poems (I handwrite them, originally, only type them and change anything that displeases me at the time), have a few more to type and it'll happen someday/night soon. I am already feeling that urge to type those that have been written after all that work typing the previous ones. It might happen that I put the effort on typing original stuffs too.
I am in the Internet, or you wouldn't be reading this. I see now why the hell do check Facebook, Twitter and all the other stuffs only after have typed in my blogs. Messages entering: people doing me some proposals, people messaging me: they miss me or my letters, people typing to me, typing to me, typing to me... A neverending flood of poeple typing to me! But things are said. Such as it has happened quite a lot lately, I think on what I do want to write and when I am in front of the computer, with the keyboard cracking under my fingers, almost fuming the way I type fast (that's the reason for so many mistakes, as i don't check the text after typing it), I do have a blank mind. Nothing to be said! Nothing to be typed! and it could be months until the next entry... and perhaps it would be for the very best!
I am in the Internet, or you wouldn't be reading this. I see now why the hell do check Facebook, Twitter and all the other stuffs only after have typed in my blogs. Messages entering: people doing me some proposals, people messaging me: they miss me or my letters, people typing to me, typing to me, typing to me... A neverending flood of poeple typing to me! But things are said. Such as it has happened quite a lot lately, I think on what I do want to write and when I am in front of the computer, with the keyboard cracking under my fingers, almost fuming the way I type fast (that's the reason for so many mistakes, as i don't check the text after typing it), I do have a blank mind. Nothing to be said! Nothing to be typed! and it could be months until the next entry... and perhaps it would be for the very best!
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