I used to blog tons on MySpace, but I have lost the taste to write about myself. Let me tell you why...
I wrote my autobiography this past year, "Am I a Phoenix or a DoDo Bird? A Memoir". It was excruciating to say the least. I was sick to death of myself and my head. Then I got sick, ended up in the hospital for three months, almost dying a few times in the process. I had to go to rehab and learn how to walk again as well. So, I am no longer sick of me. I am just happy to be able to sit and write again. I don't know what else to do with my life now that I am "disabled" except to write. I am at odds with my new life, I suppose. I have not been able to write any poetry and i gave up smoking for good because now I am on oxygen. These are aldo things that I am upset about. I know this first new post won't make fluid sense because I feel as though I am just rambling, but the liklihood of anyonever reading this is slim. Just like I believe only five people have read my last book. I know that I have told myself that I only write for me, but it would still be nice if someone would read my stuff!!!!!!!!!! I lost my father a year ago, as of July thirteenth and it still hurts. I wish he was here.
I wrote my autobiography this past year, "Am I a Phoenix or a DoDo Bird? A Memoir". It was excruciating to say the least. I was sick to death of myself and my head. Then I got sick, ended up in the hospital for three months, almost dying a few times in the process. I had to go to rehab and learn how to walk again as well. So, I am no longer sick of me. I am just happy to be able to sit and write again. I don't know what else to do with my life now that I am "disabled" except to write. I am at odds with my new life, I suppose. I have not been able to write any poetry and i gave up smoking for good because now I am on oxygen. These are aldo things that I am upset about. I know this first new post won't make fluid sense because I feel as though I am just rambling, but the liklihood of anyonever reading this is slim. Just like I believe only five people have read my last book. I know that I have told myself that I only write for me, but it would still be nice if someone would read my stuff!!!!!!!!!! I lost my father a year ago, as of July thirteenth and it still hurts. I wish he was here.
