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[02 Mar 2006|12:47am] |
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my professor last semester told us not to write love/breakup poems or stories. i think she is right in saying that. for the most part, they sound so fake and cliche. or maybe that's just when i write about those things. i have been writing a lot, and none of it is good.
i want to be a good writer. i want to write things that make you FEEL. poems you can interpret, or even poems that are straightforward. just stuff that makes you feel a strong emotion. things that make you think. i wish i could do that, so badly. the kind of things that you are like, "wow" after you're done reading them.
hm.
life is weird. just when you think you're getting it all under control, something happens that leaves you flat on your back and wondering what the hell just happened.
i've been having chest pains. i swear i'm dying. i'm having trouble breathing, that's not a good thing.
i am excited for people to come home. i'm getting lonely.
i think i am going to hell.
i guess crushes are more fun than old relationships. allison is right, crushes are fun and new and exciting. i'd like a crush, i suppose. i am really gay, i swear, i read gay myspace bulletins and relate them to my life. like that gay one that's like "omggg dont leave the one you love for the one you like." yah, of course i relate that shit to my life. i swear sometimes i feel like punching myself in the face and being like "LAURA WAKE UP YOU ARE SERIOUSLY SO WEIRD."
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[02 Mar 2006|04:25pm] |
is it time for my friends to come home yet?
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