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I find myself thinkin about Aaron a little bit too much lately. I really fucking miss him sometimes. I guess there's a thin line between love and hate.
My lip is pierced on the other side.It's being a very well behaved child, so im rewarding it with lots of surgical spirit, cigarettes and chocolate squares.
For some odd reason, i seem to be unable to write fluently and in anything other than stupidly short and clipped sentences. Which reminds me that i haven't even touched my book in ages. My creativity seems to be jammed. There is there quote, said by some famous author or another.
"When you wake up in the morning and can't think of anything other than writing, you know that you were born to be a writer."
This really upsets me, since recently i haven't even considered writing. I love it more than anything. But i lack motivation and...just general flare and origninality at the moment. I don't want to write just for the sack of it, cus i know id create some mind numbingly shit drivel that no one wants to read, if they were tied down and forced to.
The weather is so damn beautiful. I'm gunna spend tonight getting stonned in the last of the sun, and eating biscuits.
xXx
My lip is pierced on the other side.It's being a very well behaved child, so im rewarding it with lots of surgical spirit, cigarettes and chocolate squares.
For some odd reason, i seem to be unable to write fluently and in anything other than stupidly short and clipped sentences. Which reminds me that i haven't even touched my book in ages. My creativity seems to be jammed. There is there quote, said by some famous author or another.
"When you wake up in the morning and can't think of anything other than writing, you know that you were born to be a writer."
This really upsets me, since recently i haven't even considered writing. I love it more than anything. But i lack motivation and...just general flare and origninality at the moment. I don't want to write just for the sack of it, cus i know id create some mind numbingly shit drivel that no one wants to read, if they were tied down and forced to.
The weather is so damn beautiful. I'm gunna spend tonight getting stonned in the last of the sun, and eating biscuits.
xXx