Whats the point.

Whats the point of having long distance relationships if you dont have trust. Basically your entire relationship is a fairy tale. Its based on what you imagine that person to really be in everyday life. A waste of time in my opinion. Im wirting about this becasue my sister was crying her eyes out about a guy who lives in Mississippi, and she lives here in Illinois. She is 20 years old. She was mad because, he hasn't called her in several days. I see why she would be mad about tthat but she has to understand that she is to blame as well. when they started talking they both knew they didnt have any way of seeing eachother. They both knew they re entire relationship was going to be based on the phone. so why put your trust and full emotions on something so technological?

My Process writing.. (I DONT KNOW WHAT NUMBER)

I sat on my bed, thinking and thinking about what I was going to write about. I'm no0t too much into material things like most people are, so my paper would not have been that good had i wrote about my cellular phone, or a cup, or a mug. I decided that i wanted to write about something meaningful, and significant to me in my life. Stephanie threw a curve ball when she said that we cant tell stories, and make narratives. It was so hard to figure out how i was going to write about something that i didn't care about, and describe it to a T. I sat on my bed for about 2 hours, looking at TV, trying to come up with something to write about. nothing had come up. I even tried playing a game with myself; the first commercial that came up, no matter what it was i would have to describe it. I did. it was a sprint commercial for some new phone that was supposedly coming out. I wrote a little about it and got so everlasting bored. I hated the assignment even more. I ripped the ages and threw them across my room like a kid spitting out steamed spinach. I pouted for awhile, and finally i decided to pull myself together. I then wrote about the country kitchen. I felt alot better knowing that i was secretly talking about a time rather than a material thing, unknowingly making it harder on myself to describe the restaurant without telling a story. I found myself going deep into detail and even giving dialogue. This is going to be a good ass paper i thought to myself. Only to find myself coming up short when being graded by the beast, the queen, the ruler of writing. ugh.. writing sucks.

#7

Writing... hmm.. Once upon a time I used to love to write for fun. During lectures in high school I copied the lyrics of random songs that happened to be in my head. I was writing alot, 30 pages of songs but even then I was silent. It made me feel as if i was the one that was writing the song, and that someday I would be able to write things by myself. Lately my spirit has been down and I feel so lost in life that everything seems the same. What am I doing? I have stopped writing, which means that I have stopped talking, leaving me to believe that I dont have a voice anymore, forcing me to go be a follower in this world and just go with the flow; The flow that the world owns, which means I have no say. If I were to write a song or a poem now, it would have 4 words in it. Those four words would take up four pages. They would represent the four years that I have been silent. Who teaches us how to talk, speak, communicate, live, and write? Can they teach me again, because I feel that I have lost my words. Im at a loss for words. Im at a loss for words. Im at.. Im silent.