<Remember guys this is just what I jotted down a brand new notebook. So it's not going to be a true story. Also I'm adding and taking out as I write because it just sounds better then. In other words, it's not an orginial exactly>
I love writing but sometimes, it's hard. To me, it's hard to ruin a blank page. Ink on a page to me is like blood on snow. It slowly spreads and is bold. It sticks out. To some, it's beautiful, to others, it can be ugly and harsh. Either way it's the truth and permanente. You can't take it back.
Life is the same, you can try to fix mistakes with a little whiteout, but no matter what, you can still see the black underneath. You can glue, stitch, and staple but there's always scars left behind.
But technology mess with us even more. Typing is nice but writing by hand, personally, is better. Yes, you can save on a flashdrive and/or hard drive but it can be destroyed easily or accidently. Writing in a notebook, I feel, is more reliable.
That's how my story starts, a big mistake and writing. It's always been about my writing.
