A good friend of mine told me today that I should stop trying to make my parents happy and make MYSELF happy - that I should go into English and creative writing in college like I want to and not science. I WILL be the play write and author like I want to. I know I can do it, no matter how hard it is. I’ll do it.
Because I know I’ve gotten so much better, but I don’t feel like editing my manuscript or writing my dual lit right now for my college english course. Burning incense, listening to Lana Del Ray, and eating pretzels. I don’t know why, but I feel freakishly calm right now. I’m kindof glad about that, actually. I’m feeling a little better now, too, which is a relief. Okay, enough personal posts.
And still on a writing spree. I’m just so inspired lately for whatever reason, probably because of all the stuff I’m going through right now. But hey, it’s helping - so much. I can’t even tell you guys. Maybe I’ll publish all of these poems and prose and such in a book and sell it. I don’t care about the money, but sharing all of what I’ve written down. In the end, that’s what’s important to me.
But I’m still starving and there’s no good food in the house. Fuck my life I didn’t eat after school.
