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I miss writing; I don't know how to explain it.  It's not like I can't write, I just somehow do not have the time lately.  I definitely miss it.

There used to be a time when I was not without my journal and at least one or two pens, and I was so wrapped up in writing; it was such a part of me. For whatever reason, it's just not anymore.

I am still a writer. I do more online blogging or journaling now then actual writing, but even my blog posts are pretty few and far between. I just don't seem to have time to write all the things I want to write

I really don't know what the answer''s going to be. I have thought of printing out all my journaling and putting it into paper form and some sort of a book - just because I miss seeing it all on paper.  It's so weird how you can miss paper.


I have thought so much lately about the difference between surviving and living, and I would have to say that at least 70% of the time I am just surviving. I have said it so many times before........that I'm holding my breath, waiting for my life to begin.

 I'm tired of that. I don't feel like I'm living. It's funny how short some of my blogs are because I have so many things to say, and when I finally sit down to write, I just can't remember it all. I don't know.

I do know I miss writing. I miss the feel of the pen in my hand, and I miss the way the words flow from ink into lines on paper, taking on a life of their own.

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