Around this time last year, the whole club was buzzing.
Absolutely bursting at its seams with wonderful writing and magnificent people.
People who inspired me to become better with my writing.
People who taught me how to hold myself higher, and not let other people bring me down, including myself.
People who supported me, even though we barely even knew each other.
People who were delighted to see that I was online and posting writing, even though it was so incredibly un-entertaining and pointless.
People who were practically family.
May I just ask, why did we all have to leave our family behind?
At this point, whenever I manage to get on, I am so unbelievably (is that even a word?) overjoyed when I see that someone has been active since the last time I've been on.
The only reason I don't post some amazing, breath-taking short story every time I get on is because my writing hasn't improved since I stopped frequently getting on this club with all of u helping me tweak it little door little, and frankly, I'm a little embarrassed door my writing at this point. I mean, look at me. I can barely write a decent-sized artikel on this website.
Long artikel (for me) short, I just feel like everyone else has sort of grown up and grown past Summer 2k12, Summer of True Writers, etc. etc., and that I'm just kind of stuck in the remains, longing for it to be the way it was then.
Well, if u actually read this, then thank you. I know there are WAY too many artikels of this type on this club like this one, but... I don't know. I don't know why u would read this instead of just skip over it. I don't know why u would even care what I zei at this point, heck, volgende Tuesday I'm finally turning 13. It still feels like I should just be turning 12 again.
u have no idea how much I want for this club to work its way through all of its troubles.
Thanks for reading...
Absolutely bursting at its seams with wonderful writing and magnificent people.
People who inspired me to become better with my writing.
People who taught me how to hold myself higher, and not let other people bring me down, including myself.
People who supported me, even though we barely even knew each other.
People who were delighted to see that I was online and posting writing, even though it was so incredibly un-entertaining and pointless.
People who were practically family.
May I just ask, why did we all have to leave our family behind?
At this point, whenever I manage to get on, I am so unbelievably (is that even a word?) overjoyed when I see that someone has been active since the last time I've been on.
The only reason I don't post some amazing, breath-taking short story every time I get on is because my writing hasn't improved since I stopped frequently getting on this club with all of u helping me tweak it little door little, and frankly, I'm a little embarrassed door my writing at this point. I mean, look at me. I can barely write a decent-sized artikel on this website.
Long artikel (for me) short, I just feel like everyone else has sort of grown up and grown past Summer 2k12, Summer of True Writers, etc. etc., and that I'm just kind of stuck in the remains, longing for it to be the way it was then.
Well, if u actually read this, then thank you. I know there are WAY too many artikels of this type on this club like this one, but... I don't know. I don't know why u would read this instead of just skip over it. I don't know why u would even care what I zei at this point, heck, volgende Tuesday I'm finally turning 13. It still feels like I should just be turning 12 again.
u have no idea how much I want for this club to work its way through all of its troubles.
Thanks for reading...
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