Outlines are the masturbation of writing. You visualize what you want, then you move things around, bring other things into it, throw in some stuff you'd never tell anybody about, ejaculate, then go to bed
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I wrote an entire entry about something emo, like how apathetic I feel right now, since I'm drunk. Then, I realized that I've actually been enjoying myself quite a bit lately, and I have a lot of friends who love me, so I deleted it. I love you guys, too. Thanks for being interesting and honest.
I started to drink to try to snag a bit of inspiration to start writing again. Instead of writing, I've just been listening to sad music and thinking of setting things on fire
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There are times when I consume too much alcohol around my friends and start singing songs that I don't fully remember. I start telling jokes that don't make sense and smile while feeling horribly lovesick
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Do you ever get the urge to don pastel polo tees, khakis, and a sensible haircut so that you can spend a week telling everybody that you're a born-again Christian just to see how uncomfortable it makes them?
My brain is scared of the internet. I've promised it culture, but given it shit.
New things no longer come out of me. "Choice" is a pun for a joke I don't remember. I no longer want to be happy or sad. I just want to be more than a sum of the things I've seen.