lay down your arms.
I have a headache. And today, I've been so unproductive it's not even funny. But I managed to write a chapter for one o' my stories that I have going. So that was an accomplishment.
I was rereading some of my old fanfics and I'm pretty proud of them. People would comment with stuff like, "Oh! You're such a good writer" and blah, blah, blah. I mean, I took it as a compliment but never really thought I was that good of a writer, y'know. But every time I look back on a story, I realize that I'm not too shabby and it reminds me of how much I love writing. Then all this motivation just overflows my mind and I get all stoked. So, I think I might write some more tonight, because it's not like I have anything better to do. Haha. But at least it's something slightly productive.
Anyway. I wish I felt the way Billie looks in that picture over there on your right, but I don't. So it's a bummer.
I've lost some of my self-esteem. And I don't know why. I mean, right now, I still have a pretty decent esteem, but it's not what it used to be.
My heart, it don't beat, it don't beat the way it used to. For reasons unknown.
The Killers know my every emotion at times like this. I swear, they really do.
There's nothing on tv 'cept for the Cosby Show, but I don't ever see the Cosby Show enough, so I guess it's cool.
I think boys who start to like me waste their time on me. Because I don't ever date them or anything, the most it ever gets to is us being friends. And the thing is, they always seem to like me for a real long time. But I won't go out with them or anything because I'm too interested in their flaws.
I feel simply sad now. I think I need a good cry. Nothing's really even wrong, I just need to cry.
I was rereading some of my old fanfics and I'm pretty proud of them. People would comment with stuff like, "Oh! You're such a good writer" and blah, blah, blah. I mean, I took it as a compliment but never really thought I was that good of a writer, y'know. But every time I look back on a story, I realize that I'm not too shabby and it reminds me of how much I love writing. Then all this motivation just overflows my mind and I get all stoked. So, I think I might write some more tonight, because it's not like I have anything better to do. Haha. But at least it's something slightly productive.
Anyway. I wish I felt the way Billie looks in that picture over there on your right, but I don't. So it's a bummer.
I've lost some of my self-esteem. And I don't know why. I mean, right now, I still have a pretty decent esteem, but it's not what it used to be.
My heart, it don't beat, it don't beat the way it used to. For reasons unknown.
The Killers know my every emotion at times like this. I swear, they really do.
There's nothing on tv 'cept for the Cosby Show, but I don't ever see the Cosby Show enough, so I guess it's cool.
I think boys who start to like me waste their time on me. Because I don't ever date them or anything, the most it ever gets to is us being friends. And the thing is, they always seem to like me for a real long time. But I won't go out with them or anything because I'm too interested in their flaws.
I feel simply sad now. I think I need a good cry. Nothing's really even wrong, I just need to cry.