Lately, relaxation comes easy, as my writing motivation has become a distant memory.
Zõmbïē Sølö
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This really resonates with me.

My thoughts, while seemingly well organized and make sense in my head, come out into the journal as an eruption of words that don’t play well with each other, and a flow of which is like the running rapids. Jarring and turbulent.

I’m only really just now committing to writing for any length of time. My biggest problem is that when I sit to write (well, type), totally random thoughts seep through just as that describes. Instead of having the perseverance and discipline to work through it, in the past I just gave up. Now that I’m back at school I have to deal with it. Frustrating!

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