writersareliars

Oh, how fucked my sleeping patterns are.

Another week of little-to-no classes. I know we need time off to write, but it's really getting insane.

Still, though I'm glad I'm actially satisfied with the last draft of my play, it could certainly use a bit more work before it goes into workshop.

Workshop. The word fills me with anticipation. There's nothing like seeing something you've...
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I am hurting in many places. But not too much.

I have what looks like a hickey on my neck. It was given to me by a girl.

Can a paintball constitute as love? Because I was struck again, and again, and again...

But I took a few down with me. Oh, yes.

For the first time in what seems like a lifetime, my best...
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Once again, it's my birthday.

I think I may have officially crossed that "doesn't give a fuck about that number anymore" line.

Sad really.