Between frustration and attitude
I’m still debating this. Many still ask themselves- reasons and motivation for choosing this complicated hobby?, career?, tool?
Nope; I think I’m the verge of loosing my mind.
Tried many things
Tried many suggestions
It’s not that I’m not appreciative
I do appreciate everyone’s help and support at this part on my life.
I don’t have an specific genre to dedicate or describe myself I thrive into.
Everything inspires me.
I don’t follow rules
Just proper grammar
Poetry is becoming my tool to express my feelings, where stories became my gossiping tool about my life; my dark thoughts, my sins.
Criticism is a great tool when taken in a constructive way. Criticism is always good. It never kills. Just hurts, it makes you get thick skin.
That’s when I became sarcastic.
This is my way of protecting myself
My armoured being
You tell me
I have the marks of war in my body
I lost my left eyesight
I write my stories in my phone
My apologies for some typo mistakes
But I try my best
What’s in store for New Years?
From my house to yours
Best wishes for the New Year
And happy writings!