There's this deep, gnawing urge in me. An urge to do what, I know not. Just an urge. To do something, to just run or fly. It's like there is something inside me and it wants to force itself out of me. And not just flow out smoothly. To actually force its way out of me, violently. Maybe it is an urge to feel something. Or maybe I feel something that gives me this urge.
I will let the feeling pass.
*sigh*
I feel like writing more these days. Maybe it is my never ending list of essays to write for class. Oh wait, it is that. Of course it is. Essays after essays.
I was afraid, at first, to take a course in creative writing. I'd read and seen in too many places that creative writing ruins your natural flair and creativity and what not. But really, it doesn't. At least my course isn't. If anything, it has made me a better writer. Or so I like to believe.
I let things and people influence me. Much as I hate it, and hate to admit it, I do tend to get influenced easily. Not in a ridiculously obvious or gullible way, but I do. Or maybe I don't get influenced, but am actually slowly discovering myself? I really fail to understand myself and the workings of this human mind. I hope I figure it out some day :)
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