"So close your eyes, open your heart, to the one who is dreaming of you..."
So, yesterday I was stuck at my house ALL day because I have no gas no money and no life. So the first half of my day I cleaned my room...scary. And the second half of the day, I just kinda started writing something to keep me from going crazy, and before I knew it I had 26 pages in my little notebook. It was just flowing out of me in a way that hasn't happened since probably the summer before my senior year. I had mostly just been sticking to poetry and brain droppings...but this shit is comming out like a full fledged movie...and that makes me happy. I think I stopped writing screenplays because I kept starting things and never finishing them cuz I'd get writers block. But with this, I'm having trouble finding the time to write down all the ideas I'm having in my head. Life ain't so bad after all...