On the highway to sainthood

Teen angst is not productive. No matter how much emo poetry and vampire infested goth love stories you churn out. Teen angst ≠ Literary goodness. I should know, having both written, and read enough to last me several teenage lifetimes. That said, I'm still a teen and I'm still...well...angsty.

AND. I really do believe that I'm doing the world a favour by expressing my angst in an unpretentious, almost frivolous way. Trying to, anyway. At least you know what awaits you now.

Tuesday, February 24, 2009

Whiney whiney

I don't know if the reason why I can't write anymore is because I haven't written for so long or if I'm just not meant to write.

And Mrs. D was so profoundly, painfully right about the withdrawal symptoms! I feel so shallow, with a 6 feet thick ice barrier between me and the sea.

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Emo Ho

The seas will roll. Hearts will boil. I'm bleeding colour and in the light of gray, I become a shade of you.

So I lied. ;)

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