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My livejournal is pretty much dead. Probably because there is no drama going on in my life. This is a good thing.
My xanga gets updated much more regularly than this thing does. I think it's just because it's prettier, or something. If you're looking for frequent entries, go there.
Anyway, this Creative Writing project is killing me right now because I don't want to rewrite this poem. I like it the way it is, and there are only so many ways you can write about someone dying. Or dead. And bitter about it.
It doesn't help that the letter it gets the less likely it is I'll punch out anything good.
My xanga gets updated much more regularly than this thing does. I think it's just because it's prettier, or something. If you're looking for frequent entries, go there.
Anyway, this Creative Writing project is killing me right now because I don't want to rewrite this poem. I like it the way it is, and there are only so many ways you can write about someone dying. Or dead. And bitter about it.
It doesn't help that the letter it gets the less likely it is I'll punch out anything good.