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I like to write things for other people. I sign up for stuff online sometimes that requires me to

exchange prompts with people, to write something for them. It's nice and it's really pushing. It makes me write because someone is counting on me. It's kinda like this. I've told you before that this blog is for me, but sometimes it's nice to know that you guys are counting on me to write something every day. It holds me to it. It makes me write.

Writing is like a blessing and a burden in my life. It's a weird combination. I like to do it, but sometimes I feel like it's not meant for me. Like maybe I'm forcing myself to do something that I'm not actually that good at it. Though, through doing it everyday and with a purpose, I should get better. I'm not really sure. I like to write though so I guess that's enough. That keeps me coming back everyday. Well, that and the fact that you are waiting for me to link it on FaceBook.

The quote below is a bit gruesome, not really how I feel. However, it is possibly true in some cases, on some days. I guess...

catch you later,

Karleigh

“There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.” // Ernest Hemingway