Poem / Horror
Short Story / Non-Fiction
Short Story / Gay and Lesbian
Another day of life lived, and I still haven't done all I've ever wanted to do. One more day of tears, sad music, fate, and writting that nobody will ever read. Well I'm around way to young to be doing anything at all. Female, but some days I have to wonder. Bi although since nobody is allowed to know what they are until they are grown we'll ignore that. Pissed at the world, maybe only a whole fucking lot. Crazy? On my best day I might be considered crazy instead of insane. Drama? who's profile have you been reading of course I'm over dramatic the above statements should prove it to you. Grammar mistakes? Most likely. Well I'm going to go write something and your going to go do whatever it is you do with your freetime.
I really really need to figure out to get on here more, this whole not begin able to write thing is killing me. I have like eight new stories, but I can't ever post them because they are on my computer and I never take my computer with me because this is school and it is a very bad idea. Not to mention they wouldn't let me use 9it here anyway. Oh well one day I promise to get these done, maybe.
Writer's block is killing me. I haven't been able to put anything I was happy with out in a month. Oh well it isn't as if it will hurt me, it's not my career.
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