Cried for no reason. Felt bad, for no reason. Writing a story named 'June'...for no reason.
" Can the devil speak the truth?? " ...That's the only question isn't it?
Someday I will tell you a story about the monster who willingly gave his heart away to a prince, for an amazing reason.
Sometimes I keep on thinking for ten to fifteen minutes before typing a line. Weird, isn't it? I admit writers who think too much end up writing nothing. Too bad I am typing gibberish. :(
I wanted something. And then I forgot what it was like. Awkward.
Want to create a new writing style...let's see if I can succeed.
...and for the time being, I am alone, sad and dejected.
- April '11
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