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[starkenigma]

I'm not required to go to French anymore, so I spent my lunch period bumming around online. For the first time in months, I returned to Fictionpress.com, and reread my stories and poems from two, three, four years ago.

Amazing. These stories are good. I haven't written anything good, apparently, since 2002

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[one_word_more]

::holds you close:: It'll come back. I get that way sometimes, too... Oh, love. God, I wish I knew what to do, what to say, how to make you feel better. There's so much pain in this entry. Heartache. Please, please don't give up, angel. I know that every moment feels an eternity lately and that each eternity seems to be one spent in the realms of hellish nightmare. But we'll escape. One day you'll fly away... Leave all this to yesterday. You'll live life from dream to dream, but your dreams will never end. We'll escape together.

I loved your story when first I read it, December, two years ago. You shone. You still shine. You haven't lost anything, baby; you're just discouraged and feel that you have, and in turn that makes you somehow afraid to display your brilliance... You've become guarded, perhaps even from yourself, but every bit of your beauty and incredible talent is still there. I see it in every word you write, every text, every phone call. I'm more in love with you now than ever

[starkenigma]

::wry smile:: I have another reason for you to hate Nick.

Speaking of technical perfection, you're not supposed to end a sentence with a preposition. Ohhh.

But in other news? You're too awesome for words. I beg you to let me have your children.

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[smolderingstars]

As I said in your Xanga, I know exactly what you mean. I haven't written in so long, it makes me wonder if I ever had any skill at all.

[roseshards]

I haven't felt like writing in a long time. Months. So, I know how you feel. I wanted to major in Creative Writing in college, you know? But now, I wonder if that's really right. If it was the right thing, why haven't I felt the need to write lately? It used to be that when I wrote it was some idea dying to come out. Nothing is clawing at my insides now, though. This summer, maybe we'll have a writing workshop together.