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waiting at a train station has never been more boring.
like seriously, what am i supposed to do? not to mention it's cold. extremely cold.
okay, that might be a bit of an exaggeration, but it's true alright? i have 3 layers on, and i can still feel my bones freezing.
that is also an exaggeration.
but i am still having a bit of trouble trying to type this up easily. a few errors here and there, and my typing speed is definitely slower.
of course, you aren't going to see those errors. that's because a reader's enjoyment and ease of reading texts are always top priority.
if the reader cant even read what you are trying to say, especially simple sentences you are trying to tell them, then you have already failed.
but to be a little more accomodating to those having trouble conveying messages, i will admit many readers are very understanding.
there may be criticism every now and then, but many are kind.
many are supportive.
some may ask for meanings or confirmation of certain sentences, but from personal experience, many adapt to a writer's style quickly.
if not, it may take a paragraph or chapter to adapt to a new style of writing. if not, that's alright. there is no need to get angry and frustrated with how something is written. how something sounds.
if a reader doesn't understand a writer's words, that's also fine. whether or not one reader can interpret something how a writer intended, that doesn't devalue a written piece.
as always, it is up to the reader to make meanings and messages with the text they are given. and if they don't understand then the writer shouldn't feel like they are any worse.
because as time passes we can all learn to adapt how we read and how we write. time has passed.
i think i can feel my fingers better now. they feel warm. the tips are still a little cold, but definitely warmer.
there are now around 3 stations to go until i reach my stop. i've been typing this for a while.
now im wondering if people can read this.
it looks like it's going to rain soon. the clouds are dark in the distance. the closer the clouds, the lighter they seem.
i'm listening to a song. it's a rather calming song. are you listening to anything?
whether it be the low murmer of people in a room, or an upbeat song from halfway across the world.
maybe the distant motion of cars of a busy street. maybe that blurry emptiness that you could almost call silence.
maybe in the blurriness, you can make out a quiet thumping.
does it come from within?
does it come from the surrounding matter around your head?
i sure do wonder.
my hands are warm now.
advertisments after a really nice song really like to mess with my temper. the underside of the clouds do seem a little darker now. i think the train is nearing the station i have to get off at.
well, either way, thank you reader.
thank you for making it this far.
whether you decide to criticise, think or ask, go ahead.
thank you for reading whatever the hell this is.