Randomize

i was looking through old stuff a while ago. Old stuff. I found some articles and few poems i made few new moons ago. Articles that had been my outlet when I was down and broken. (*emo*) Stuff I can never have the guts to post to my blog. How Silly. I made this blog to be my journal - receiver of my thoughts and feelings whenever I'm inspired to write things. Things that don't make sense. Something like this. But then, I can't even post a single poem I made in this blog. Or the other ones.
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*o* (inspiration) ^_*
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My mind is so random. I always think about so much things. I always think of someting to write about, which is good. I always have an idea on how to start writing about this something. But I always don't know how to continue it or even end it. Like that one above. Or even this one.

Everytime a bright idea of something to write about gets me, I get excited and start to write about it. Sometimes I type it. Soemtimes I write it. Sometimes I say it in my head.After a while, ideas start to escape me and I can't even continue what I want to write about. Scraps of unfinished poems are in a box where I keep them with the expectation that I would finish them some other time.

What my life's about. I start something but I don't know how to finish it. From essays that I need to hand in next week to chores I am obliged to do at home. Nothing seems to be finished on time. I always procrastinate and cram over essays and hand-ins making up sorry excuses to convince my teachers on why I don't have my work done. I start to work on something and after a while it would be left lying on my bedroom floor, ignored. I'm working on it though. Life's all about deadlines. And I'm still hoping that someday mine won't get thrown with the unfinished poems in the box a keep under my bed.