Tuesday, October 27, 2009

It's Their Fault

I hate my parents.

not because they dont love me

because I exist.

Friday, October 9, 2009

Nothing Without the Past

You cannot write something and expect it to hold meaning to anyone, to be believable in any sort of way, unless you have felt the emotion you are trying to portray in your own life at some point in time.
I wouldn't dare try.
"What do you do?"


"Tell me."

"I write."

"What can you of all people have to write about?"

"Its personal."

"What? A bunch of sappy stories of love?"

"I can write of dreams, I can write of hurt and regret and sorrow. Misery, angst and fury. I can write of broken words, failures, and disloyalty, but I cannot write of love."

"Why not?"

"Ive never felt it."

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