Mother would be proud.
http://www.livejournal.com/community/random_review/65032.html?view=1144584#t1144584
Seperately...
I'm still going through that hard time. But, it's getting easier and better. The cuts on my arms are starting to heal,and the nagging voice of worry in my head is slowly fading.
It's all slightly inspiring really.
I've been writing.
The old fashioned way, on paper.
It's so cliche to say that pain = artistic inspiration, but sometimes, it just does.
So, I am working on career idea 1,345.
I'm going to be a writer.
Not just a *snort* livejournalist, but I am going to start submitting my stuff for publication.
It's better than that Confessions of a Shopaholic shit.
Seperately...
I'm still going through that hard time. But, it's getting easier and better. The cuts on my arms are starting to heal,and the nagging voice of worry in my head is slowly fading.
It's all slightly inspiring really.
I've been writing.
The old fashioned way, on paper.
It's so cliche to say that pain = artistic inspiration, but sometimes, it just does.
So, I am working on career idea 1,345.
I'm going to be a writer.
Not just a *snort* livejournalist, but I am going to start submitting my stuff for publication.
It's better than that Confessions of a Shopaholic shit.