I'm writing...

I'm just being extra critical of my writing and feeling uninspired and lame.

But that happens. And then I'll re-read things when I'm feeling better and I'll actually manage to improve a line or two and magic will happen.

In class, the memories are starting to scare me. I wrote something that made everyone sad and I was choking up when reading it! Something that happened over 30 years ago with a girl in my school. She was really mean to me. The bitch. Funny but I don't even remember the exact details and our teacher suggested to try and write about how I felt and how I handled and I guess, eventually, overcame the situation and I don't really remember. I just know that it hurt me and it affected me tremendously. The best part of it is that it made me confirm a decision about my belief system (or lack thereof) on my own. Totally independent from what I could have seen at home. Maybe I'll post it, but it definitely needs more work.
For now, I will post something about a recurring theme that I love writing about.
Fog.