She was looking at me half asleep, her bedhead still ruffled and wild. Taking in the dark brown eyes and long downy hair, I tell my reflection, that I was the most beautiful hooman on this planet, this planet in which I rule, obviously trying to raise my confidence for the day but remained unconvinced and dismissed the stupid idea with a smirk. She rubbed her eyes with her palms and took one last yawn before turning away to change her clothes and get ready for church, her feet getting tangled up on the blanket littering the floor and falling face down. Looks like a regular chaotic day for me. (Yay!?)
Anyway, later in the afternoon, I received an email for the verification of my steemit account. I got real excited at the idea of writing again. I was a feature writer back in highschool and its been years since I wrote something to be read by people other than me. Writing fictional short stories was like a therapeutical activity for me and is exactly what I needed now with all the chaos going on recently. I immediately started typing an introductory article on my phone, getting annoyed when I realized how difficult it was to type long entries with just your phone (it was ridiculously hard, right? Or is it just me?)
I look forward to channeling all of my feelings on writing again. Im glad that steemit is here to help me do just that. Calling out on all the other writers out there, which is everyone, for there is a writer in everyone of us with their own story to tell.
I forgot to actually introduce myself. Im julie, you can call me joules, 20, struggling to get out of college, from the Philippines.
Awesome day everybody!