Passive Writing

     Once again I am in my room looking blankly on my laptop. I have nothing to write about and completely have no idea if I have something to write about.

     Perhaps, all the freelance writers out there have experienced my dilemma. But, I wonder if I can still manage to write one. My pressure is on, I have to write for my English class and I have to finish an article for my freelance writing jobs.

     I guess I have to drop freelancing for a while and mind my life which I think is trembling down before my eyes. Perhaps, freelancing has become my savior against the thoughts that hunt me. It has served me well, but now, I have to stop from running away.

     Like every guy you will meet in the class, I too have my weaknesses and share of critics. Sometimes I want to run away from this place or at least acquire a disease that will cause me to forget everything I know by now.

     I know very well that writing is the poorest way of communication, and blogging is the worst way of expressing yourself. I have no choice, this is the only form of medium I have. Looking at this page makes me sad; I have been coward participant of my own story.

     It feels good that despite what is happening in my life right now, I have an outlet of the emotions that want to eat me up inside. Still, I want this is the time to stand up for myself and speak for all that have been victims of the mistakes people like me have done. I am signing off for now and wish that my next blog would be something worth reading than this crap. But, this crap has helped me discover some things that would change the course of things. Bye, bye passive reader of my life story.