Lately I've been writing quite a lot in Vietnamese.
But at times there are also cravings for some English writings, but I have no platform for that to be done properly, so I've been stopping myself from doing one. But today comes inside me a feeling that urges me to write in English so bad, as I know what I think and feel can be only be expressed best in this language only, and that no other languages has the ability to bring about similar effects.
The whole process of thinking of mine occured in English, despite the fact of it not being my mother tongue. This has happened at a great frequency to me due to the fact that I've learnt the language for well over 10 years. I use English a lot and I let myself watch entertaining as well as political-related shows in English so as to develop the capability to have the same way of thinking as those native people.
Eventually, I started having thoughts in English. Sometimes I have a thought in English when conversing with Vietnamese, and I've managed to translate it perfectly to Vietnamese.
SOO FOR SOME REASONS I LEFT THIS ONE UNFINISHED BUT STILL MY LIFE IS UNFINISHED SO WHY BOTHER WASTING IT? I WILL STILL POST IT
YOU ARE READING
me.
Short StoryAt first I created this story just to upload one of my poem, but from now on I'm gonna make it kind of a diary where I keep my emotions and thoughts written down throughout the years.
