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This is a mild annoyance: dina is constantly talking about how much she "journals" and how people love to read how "crazy and absurd her life is". She actually has parties at her house specifically intended for reading entries from past journals out loud. It's like OK, YOU GAVE SOME GUY A RIM JOB BECAUSE HE WAS GAY AND REALLY DESPERATE, NOW WE HAVE TO READ ABOUT IT ? I don't know, I guess it bothers me because she's not a good writer, she's got no grasp on wit and her life isn't really interesting. It's kind of like a knock off and shittier version of the sisterhood of the traveling pants, except with less decent friends and definitely a larger pants size.
I'm not saying that I'm a great, undiscovered writer, I'd just rather remain anonymous about my intensely covert thoughts and don't publisize the fact that I've been documenting my shit since I can remember. For me, writing was always an outlet, or a way to express myself in an organized manner. She abuses that.
Sorry, i've just thought this for years now and finally decided to say something.
I think we were in middle school when she wrote a story about a dark and mysterious vampire, who had beautiful smoky eyes, a rock hard body and a fucking Gators jersey. That was her biggest fantasy. A fucking vampire in a gators jersey. Oh, and at the end of story the vampires love interest dies when she opens a door and a bucket of knives fall down and tragically end her life.
AND SHE WANTED TO GET IT PUBLISHED.
I'm not saying that I'm a great, undiscovered writer, I'd just rather remain anonymous about my intensely covert thoughts and don't publisize the fact that I've been documenting my shit since I can remember. For me, writing was always an outlet, or a way to express myself in an organized manner. She abuses that.
Sorry, i've just thought this for years now and finally decided to say something.
I think we were in middle school when she wrote a story about a dark and mysterious vampire, who had beautiful smoky eyes, a rock hard body and a fucking Gators jersey. That was her biggest fantasy. A fucking vampire in a gators jersey. Oh, and at the end of story the vampires love interest dies when she opens a door and a bucket of knives fall down and tragically end her life.
AND SHE WANTED TO GET IT PUBLISHED.