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i have decided- i miss writing too much, so i am going to start once again ( Read more... )

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i realise that the reason why i always have difficulties trying to write a proper story is because irregardless of anything, a story with a beginning, climax and resolution (of some sort at least) has to surface.

the short paragraphs i have scribbled here and there are far too random.

i have tried drawing links between them and saw possible ways of ( Read more... )

everything in the world of imagination is so fucking good sometimes.

too good.

this is probably the quarter life crisis john mayer talked about.

and i've got a nasty feeling it'll overrun into my eventual mid life one.

Whenever I begin to talk about myself, there were always more important, more urgent problems to solve, which would stop me. For tomorrow, the me of today had to be subdued. And when tomorrow arrived, that tomorrow had to disappear to make way for the next day to come. In the end there was no happy me of today. I just kept being pushed toward ( Read more... )

some waking insomnia.

wanting to sleep and wake up to a brand new day but still feeling so restless.

closing your eyes and seeing a black hole- but no, a hole is a hole, there is no colour in it.

it's been like this for too fucking long.

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