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i fucking hate beholders

I guess it’s somewhat obvious that I’m not in much of a writing mood these days, eh? This goddamn writer’s block (or something) is getting to me. I need to write—for class, mainly, but also because, well, I just like to write—and it sucks that I can’t. And all the stuff I wrote recently for that project of mine seems much worse a few weeks on. And even if it’s not bad, I can’t seem to get into that same groove once again. Everything I write these days just seems really lame in comparison. The fact that I’m out of ideas isn’t helping, of course. I could, of course, plagiarise from a handful of short stories and blend everything together into a new story, but I can’t even do that, it seems. Someone downclocked my brain or something.

I also have to get working on the design for my Creative Writing 2 group project, which is, basically, a ‘zine. Somehow I have a feeling that people don’t share my taste for dark-coloured text on plain, light-coloured backgrounds. I’m a simple man, what can I say. And one who doesn’t have much of an eye for design and/or fashion.

I also met… no, scratch that, “met” is too generous. “Hung out with?” Yeah yeah, that’s better.

*clears throat*

I also hung out with this girl (in a group, OF COURSE) the other day. I’d be lying if I said she wasn’t good-looking. I’d also be lying if I didn’t mention that I am, if only remotely, interested. I wouldn’t be lying (and might be some sort of modern-day Nostradamus), however, if I said that she’s probably another one of those girls that interests me but whom I’ll never actually do anything about. For various reasons (that I’m sure no-one: A) wants to read about and B) gives a fuck about).

Do you want me to whinge about how I’m far too negative and how I often ruin perfectly good things—and perfectly possible possibilities—with said negativity? Do you want to read a sleep-deprived, not-going-to-be-teenaged-for-long boy whinge about how much he really dislikes some—ok, many—things about himself? Do you want to read the sort of pathetic drivel I can churn out during my more emo moments (as if these previous two paragraphs weren’t pathetic enough)?

Fuck no, right?

So yeah.

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