A blog for the simple minded

Ever since I learnt of my atrocious fate I had been avoiding, hiding and tearing apart everything in my path to stop it from becomming real. Fate, meaning 'an event that will inevitably happen in the future'. I now realise that if this is the truth, I will have to come face to face with it. But what is my fate? This is my fate. My blog.

As Ms Wilson shows the class time and time again the blogs of other people anxiety permeates through my whole body. I can feel the perturb, trouble and cark up to the tips of my hair and fingernails. But why do i feel this? It seems as if the Shakespear in everyone is coming out, even in the most unexpected people, including my very own sister. If my words don't come out as gracefully or fluent what will become of this? If my thoughts don't come across as gracile, elegent or lissome what will become of this? I'll tell you what will, Ms Wilson will. Would I be doing it wrong? These thoughts overlay my mind for days.

I decided to speak my mind and I questioned the style, quality and quantity of writing which were in these mini Shakespears' blogs. She replied, to my releif that it was not expected for everyone to become or to write alike them, everyone has different talents not all are natural born writers. To this answer I have decided that I am going to write it as it is. Becuase after all it is my blog, it will be as I choose. I choose a blog for the simple minded.