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I really don't have anything to say. My life is empty and particularly pointless at the moment. I have to have at least five pages of my story by tuesday. Needless to say, I do not have five pages. I have a paragrah. Yup. One paragrah. And a vague feeling of plot confusion. My characters confuse me. My premise confuses me. But I don't want to write anything else. I can't write anything else. How do you write about people falling in love if you can't fall in love yourself? How do you make something beautiful when you yourself think it's disgusting? Whatever. I'll manage.
I'm waiting for something, but I don't know what. It's all been waiting. Just waiting.
I'm waiting for something, but I don't know what. It's all been waiting. Just waiting.