There is a blank piece of paper in front of me, placed on me desk.
Beside it, there are highlighters of neon color and pens of different colors.
I let my imagination flow, picturing flowers and patterns all over the blank piece of paper.
I picked up a purple pen, opened the lid and place the tip onto the paper.
But as soon as the ink made contact with the pure white sheet, I put down my pen.
This piece of paper isn't for my creativity. It isn't for expressing my thoughts.
It is for revision and notes. It is for memorizing information.
It is for stuffing my brain with knowledge that I'll most likely forget after the exam.
It is a piece of paper that doesn't allow imagination.
It is just a paper for copying text that I don't like.
It is the sheet of paper that I hate the most.
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Sorry for this crappy thing. Ugh I just want to say how much I hate revising and exams and this piece of blank paper that I've been staring at for half an hour. Okay I'm probably gonna write on it so bai <3
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Nat being Nat
Puisia collection of random stuff I want to vent arranged in a not-so-poetic kind of way writings here may not make much sense so I apologize in advance ~Nat
