kmarnel

Last night, I made a discovery that bothers me up to this moment. When I think about it, I realize that there had been symptoms but I was to preoccupied to notice them. Last night, I discovered that I could no longer write. What am I doing right now? This is not exactly what I mean. I could no longer write literature - that is, the literature that I once so cherished and nurtured the moment I discovered it. Before, I write poetries on a regular basis. They weren't really that often, only when I'm in the mood. My moods range from every hour to every week, or even month. So there was some sort of regularity in my writing. Come college, my p

instead of sleeping, which i should be doing right now, i'm here! *still coding chapter four, and the laptop "crashed" so i'm slower than usual (i'm using the "communal" pc). hee-hee, not telling anyone yet, they might burn me at the stake...