I stopped blogging because... the originality in blogging is dying.
I stopped blogging because... when I received comments it was full of hate and criticism. People set on dousing the fire that once burned.
I stopped blogging because... it was no longer about vibin with someone harmoniously through experience/opinion. It became another form of publicity and news feed for celebs, popular writing styles, and uncreative unison.
I stopped blogging because.... when I would sit at the computer, nothing would come.
I stopped blogging because... when nothing came, I felt empty. Hallow. Dry. Barren.
I stopped blogging because... of Twitter. How convenient it is to just say what I need to in that moment, less than 140 characters, and have no one look for a explanation just the cont. if it doesn't all fit.
I stopped writing because... life became repetitive. nothing new and no new feelings to explore or attempt to purge myself of. No new lessons learned due to my mental being far away from my physical. I was going through life unaware so what was there to notice?
I stopped writing because... when given the opportunity to write they wanted to change all that was Gwen, written, compromise my voice for a chance at helping create a image.
I stopped writing because... after awhile my writing wasn't helping ME.
I stopped writing because... I couldnt put into words any of what I was feeling.
gwen.
I stopped blogging because... when I received comments it was full of hate and criticism. People set on dousing the fire that once burned.
I stopped blogging because... it was no longer about vibin with someone harmoniously through experience/opinion. It became another form of publicity and news feed for celebs, popular writing styles, and uncreative unison.
I stopped blogging because.... when I would sit at the computer, nothing would come.
I stopped blogging because... when nothing came, I felt empty. Hallow. Dry. Barren.
I stopped blogging because... of Twitter. How convenient it is to just say what I need to in that moment, less than 140 characters, and have no one look for a explanation just the cont. if it doesn't all fit.
I stopped writing because... life became repetitive. nothing new and no new feelings to explore or attempt to purge myself of. No new lessons learned due to my mental being far away from my physical. I was going through life unaware so what was there to notice?
I stopped writing because... when given the opportunity to write they wanted to change all that was Gwen, written, compromise my voice for a chance at helping create a image.
I stopped writing because... after awhile my writing wasn't helping ME.
I stopped writing because... I couldnt put into words any of what I was feeling.
gwen.
Thanks Don; ♥
