Writing my way out

I've always love to think about writing. The thought of it satisfies me somehow -- pondering on the choose of vocabs, going back and forth on the same sentence for half an hour to make it polished, and reading it out loud (in my head).

I simply cannot believe how much my writing has improved since I emigrated from another country. I learned to vary my sentence structures. Instead of mapping out the phrases in a parallel manner, I began rephrasing different sentences just to make it sound better, or more sophisticated (hopefully, that's my ultimate goal after all)

I should probably. My back aches because of yesterday's uber fun twisters, and my eyes are watery and drooping from staring at the screen the whole day. HAHA, I have to refrain from using computer this frequently, maybe an internet abstinence will plays in some time, if that's even feasible.