I am Qwertiful. 18. Female. Second year student. Refuses to work this year. Relative suburbia. Australia. Much more active on twitter.
I read. I write. I exist. I'm a human being... At least I think so... I like to post up doings, thoughts and photos without editing anything barring the customary spell check. Oh laziness.
Fiction Press (old things.... old... here so it shames me into updating it... *shrugs*)
Mibba? Just something to smack my stories on really.
Twitter - More active on here anyway. Just a lot of spamming and walls constructed.
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Random Writing: Old Shame
This was a blog post I wrote for my society’s blog but since it’s a fairly personal post, I thought I might as well bung it up here.
We all have writings, we would much rather burn then let anyone else see. Why? Well it’s embarrassing and you can’t help but think ‘I used to write like that?!?!’ every time you re read it.
I’m not a very good writer. I try, and the only thing I can do is try harder and read as much as I can. Whenever I feel down about my writing, I look back at my past writing. Specifically one example.
A fanfiction I was forced to write at age 9/10.
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Have I ever mentioned how I have the coolest friends ever? No? Well I do. My family’s pretty cool to boot.
My HS friends and I went out, sung our hearts out, ate cake and bummed at Noritas. My uni friends indulged my aquarium going whims. My family overfed me with garlic.
Needless I had extreme fun at all occasions. Best. Birthday. Ever.
My family got me this delish cake - cookies and cream ice cream cake. My sister called me up at 7AM, screaming on the phone “DO YOU WANT CAKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKEEEEEE?”
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Deep in my soul, I know I’m the type of girl who grows her own flowers but doesn’t receive them. For my birthday, my friend got me these lovely flowers. They got crushed on the train and I dismantled it when I got home but right now? The flowers are blooming.
It feels nice to receive flowers.
Hmmmmm
I’m pretty much a dysfunctional walking guilt complex. I can’t do anything without thinking about the repercussions, fictional, actual or exaggerated and I have no idea how the hell I’m going to survive in society.
My only talent is reading. I’m trying my best to develop my skill of writing.
*sighs* Times like these I wish I was actually intelligent. But I’m not. I’m just waking each day hoping that I’ll find a reason to actually want to wake up.
This sounds so up myself because in the long run, does it matter whether I want to wake up or not? The universe will continue on without me. In the grand scheme of things, I’m not even a pawn. People will forget me quick quickly. This tumblr would be deleted. Like the majority of people in history, my name will be forgotten, not even a whisper on the wind.
Tags | hmmm |
Today: Not in the Mood Dude.
Today, a troll invaded the FB group. I wasn’t in a good mood to start off with, having eaten a cheese sandwhich (those give me really bad indigestion and make me really grouchy).
It kept making money jokes. Whoopdeedooo. Once is enough but three times simultaneously? Anyway, it made my thread immensely messy so I pmed it a warning and deleted the thread.
It replied to my PM, telling me to lighten up and that I was being a ‘stop having fun’ person. Whoopdeefucking doo. He’s a friend of most of the other members and people pmed me telling me to either ignore it or get the joke but I’M NOT IN THE FUCKING MOOD.
Now I’m in cheesy depression. Maybe I do take things seriously but if I didn’t, I would just linger about in a state of apathy. And as much as the prospect of never having to wake up ever again is tempting, sadly I have to at least act like I’m living.
So yeah.
I hate trolls.
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