November 02, 2005 - 11:49 a.m.
<Ashamed
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I'm afraid that this diary is ruining me. In high school, I was writing all the time. I had at least two substantial papers a week, on a variety of subjects and in all different courses and with different instructors whose moods and appreciations I was aware of. That, in addition to my nearly every-day update of this diary, kept my writing muscle going. Although I wasn't amazing, I could relate a story in an interesting sort of way and in a manner which I was proud to call mine. However, now I update this thing more like weekly, and when I do it's a tired reiterating of facts. I don't put any effort into making it good writing, and I'm almost afraid that if I did, it would still suck. This is my only writing outlet anymore, and I don't put the slightest effort into it. I'm ashamed that all I do anymore is tell a bland description of my activities of the past week. I wish this wasn't my own. What happened to natural aptitude?
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