sharks.
one of those unfortunate sunday evenings where i want to make a list of Things I Am Good At And Therefore Can Take Solace In When This Whole 'Writing' Business Seems Suicidal and I Am Plagued With Doubt and Anxiety. the list would go a little like this:
1. watching movies.
2. petting penny.
3. making playlists.
4. being a WHCL DJ.
5. receiving flowers.
6. bein' a girlfriend?
7. taking party photos.
8. taking regular photos.
9. sleeping.
10. dressing appropriately for the weather.
oh, and
11. posting angstily to the white void of the livejournal box.
this is so stupid. i am so stupid. how can anyone get away with being this stupid for this long? i got published, and so did a million other people. the number of words in my room alone, in the scribbles and notebooks and book books, is in the millions, too.
remember when my problems were all about boys and parties and oklahoma and the perils of being nineteen? i miss those days. i don't think i will be able to look back at myself right now and say how silly i was. this doesn't feel very silly.
it's probably a lack of sun, anyway.
1. watching movies.
2. petting penny.
3. making playlists.
4. being a WHCL DJ.
5. receiving flowers.
6. bein' a girlfriend?
7. taking party photos.
8. taking regular photos.
9. sleeping.
10. dressing appropriately for the weather.
oh, and
11. posting angstily to the white void of the livejournal box.
this is so stupid. i am so stupid. how can anyone get away with being this stupid for this long? i got published, and so did a million other people. the number of words in my room alone, in the scribbles and notebooks and book books, is in the millions, too.
remember when my problems were all about boys and parties and oklahoma and the perils of being nineteen? i miss those days. i don't think i will be able to look back at myself right now and say how silly i was. this doesn't feel very silly.
it's probably a lack of sun, anyway.