When my friend Liz suggested that we start writing our own zine I though, hey great! I'm good at writing. I can write about bullshit forever. Once I started writing though I realized, hey no one will want to voluntarily read my bullshit. It's so wierd trying to think of things to write that people will actually want to read and relate to. Things that could mean everything to me probably mean absolutely nothing to you, or you, or you. That sucks because I want people to enjoy S.P.O.R.E.S. but I can't even judge my own writing so it's kind of a total hit or miss thing. But I guess we'll learn from experience because I'm sure we'll have shitloads of critisizm, even though we worked so hard on this. It took to months to put together the paper issue of S.P.O.R.E.S. and we already know it sucks, but it's honestly the best we could do.
A lot of things turn out not being as simple as previously thought. Like life for instance. I'm 15 years old. I don't have a lot of shit going on in my life right now, but I would never say life is easy. It saddens me when I see someone else who seems like they just breeze through life without a care in the world because I care about everything much too much.

Hopefully S.P.O.R.E.S. will start to improve once Emily and I start getting the 'zine writing shit down which could take forever, but it could also be tomorrow. Until then we will struggle to write something actually worth making copies of. Oh the trials and tribulations of trying to write. I don't think you can possibly understand how hard it is to write a zine unless you actually try to write one yourself. But hey, I think it's worth it because maybe people out there can relate to my writing and it's always good to know you're not alone. :)

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