Sometimes when I sit in front of my blank loose leaf with pencil and eraser. I feel like I could draw anything I like. I'd be able to pour down my imagination into a drawing.
My best friend ever told me,'If you could draw something in your imagination. Just go with it. Then, you could draw anything you want.'
But sometimes you know, I'm just losing it.
Maybe I'm the most inconsistent and easily distracted person ever. One little goof could destroy the entire kingdom of my good mood. And screw everything what crossing my mind and tenet for doing it.
That's what I hate from my self. I'm easily distracted.
Like now. While I'm writing this post.
Before I write those first sentence, I feel like,'I could write everything that been running over my brain now'
but then, now I'm stuck.
Stuck expressed what I want to convey. And I hate it. Really.
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