A Place called my Mind

it seems like lately everything i touch is cursed, everything i attempt to do is a given failer. of late, all i can see at the end of the tunnel isn't a bright ray from the sun, but the color of a gloomy gray sky. the beauty of the rain doesn't facsinate me anymore rather it makes me question why the rain appears to make everyone think about how depressing or lonely they lifes is. The rain seems to trigger a memory or an emotion that is hidden as u watch the rain drops on your window pane, it reminds you of what u used to do when u were little or when something happened to you.....

I was suppose to write about y i wanna be a good writer, but it seems like i have all the wrong reason's so my mind did what it does best....go to random thoughts. Everyday i log in my blog page, but instead of me writing things about my day or my feelings, i entertain myself with reading yasmin's blog and OH! (sorry girl, i don't know your name) as i read what they say and how they say it...i end feeling like there's nothing more to be said after that. even though there work is from personal experience....it is just so good to me that i end up not feeling secure with my ability to write...

And yes i am told that everyone's writing is different! maybe it is but...to my understanding my writing isn't my strongest link so i will try in the next couple of days to find what i am good at, so incase it doesn't work i will come back and share my little ability in writting.....