I'm just writing this to relieve a lot of pent up stress that I have right now. I am to finish up a project for my victorian lit class. He gave us a month to finish it, but I was swamped with other classes. I don't have much time for any other class. So now that I'm procrastinating on this project, I'm feeling stressed. Don't know when I will have time to really write this semester. Until it's all over, that is the only time I can write. But all these classes have been helping me to improve in writing. Which is a good thing. I'm exciting that once I'm done I can travel around. Check out my old hunting grounds, so they say, and just relax and look for a job. It took me a while to finish school, but in a way it is freeing to know I can do what I want to do.
No one can hold me down. No one can tell me what to do or what I can't do. I felt so restrained from living life that I am just going insane. This is the life I have lived for so long, but I just have two more months till it's all over. I just need to survive and write. Writing is my passion and I hope that one day I will be able to publish the ideas that run through my head.
I question if I am a good writer, or if I have any talent in it. With reading comes the art. I have to say that writing a book is a true art. Those who are well published know how to relay a message in those book to their audience. Each has a hidden message, each can either free you or destroy you. That is if you choose to look deep inside yourself to apply those ideas and themes. I just needed to write this out, in order to clear my mind for this annoying project.
