I used to write in a diary when I was younger. I would write in it, from front to back, but the writing was back to front. I used to pride myself on writing backwards. Actually, I just used to pride myself on writing. I was a teenage poet. I would write regularly. Every few days at least.
I tried keeping an online journal when I was at College. I failed miserably. I kept myself far too busy to do something as menial as keeping a journal.
Over the years I stopped writing so much. I lost my confidence in words. Once they circled my head, pairing up and falling onto the page. Then it seemed that I had to hunt them down. Try to match word with word and make them make sense. But now...
Now I've decided that I will regain my previous joyful relationship with the written language. Even if I have to fight for it. I've missed writing.
So, I've set up a new blog. But it isn't dedicated to just writing. It's dedicated to whatever pops into my head at that moment in time.
About Me

- Sam
- There was once a girl named Sam, She did as much as she can, She moved far, far away, but is that where she'll stay? Who knows, as she has no plan!
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