sentri

Writing is coming more and more naturally to me. After such a long period of time where I was constantly aware of how many sentences I began with the same word, or worrying about how a specific sentiment would be received by a specific reader, I must say, it's coming as a breath of fresh air. A welcome one at that.

Mind you, it's still very difficult for me to do anything without constantly thinking about its appearance. In my experience, how people perceive things are just as, if not more, important as/than the substance of the thing itself. Sadly, that's a difficult line to walk, and seeing as I've a bit of a meandering thought process anyways, it's been an insidious mindset. One that has progressively been bringing many of my personal relationships to ruin.

Partly due to a newfound self-will, and partly due to some external inspiration, I'm going to attempt to be more me. Or rather, I'm going to attempt to put less effort into worrying about how things are seen. Sometimes you can't always put your efforts into the positives, the doings. As often as not, your efforts may need to be focused on the negatives, or the not doings.

Well, I really wanted to try and write something before I went to bed. This aimless drivel will have to do, because I need to be up in a few hours to go to my latest self-inflicted time and money muncher; school.

I good thee bid night.