I wrote another story [a short one] but before I tell it, I'd like to say a few things about myself.
I think I've driven off the edge [off the edge of the road, imagine it as a cliff] but I didn't notice. I only noticed now, when comparing the state of my life to the state of others, wondering why they're so panicked about returning to normalcy while I roam outside the boundaries which they'd rather die than find themselves outside of.
When the night begun, I found
Updated 05-31-2012 at 02:44 AM by Paperroses
The bush growing on my head is so voluptuous.
And my sideburns are so incredibly fluffy.
I can't believe it. I like this.
I was revising this story that I know i should've revised a long time ago. And then, I turned into a ghost.
Holy crap, right? A real live ghost. Caught on camera. Aaaamazing.
Idno when this story is going to drop. I'd like to say I'm taking a break but I think that is a lot of work done for nao. Lol. Starting has been a lot of work for me xD.
Thanks always for you guys' support. Even though I've only really written
[1245 AM] Jp: i think that the problem i have with my writing is that i expect too much
[1205 AM] Jp: and that i want it to make sense nao when it will all probably come to me as i write
[1221 AM] Jp: i don't want to start until i know and i will probably not know until i start
For the record, I think that the last line that I typed right there ^^^ was really epic. And I haven't written an epik line for a while, methinks. That's cool then, I just wrote an epik
Updated 05-23-2012 at 02:46 AM by Paperroses
Hello everyone =). No progress so far. I don't know anything. Even in saying that, I'm unsure. I probably know a couple of things, but only God knows.
There are a lot of things I don't know. For example, I don't really know what I want to do or what I need to do, right nao.
I don't know what you guys could possibly say. This isn't exactly negative and I feel quite positive so I'm not sure what anyone could
Got bored. Wrote essay:
Spoiler for Words and Jellyfish:
Because words are incorporeal, they are hard to work with. At least, to me. It's as easy as stacking blocks, practically. But blocks are something you can feel. You can see them all spread out on your floor, or organized into plastic cases with customizable compartments. You can hold them in your hands, you can experiment and see what fits or what would fit better.
But words aren't like that. They're more like jellyfish, floating around in the