I only sleep to dream
It’s strange but I feel a million times better now, as though nothing bad happened yesterday. Of course in school, I was depressed almost all day. Even barbecue chicken and a caramel sundae at McDonald’s (my favorite food) couldn’t cheer me up. But right now, I feel..fine. I guess I owe all to Wayne. We talked for the longest time tonight, and I swear–if I were a guy, I would be him. I dunno. I just find it kind of strange how we’re really good friends even though we only started talking to each other like, four days ago. I asked him when his birthday is, and it turns out that he’s a Leo. Leos and Aries are very compatible when it comes to friendship, so maybe that’s why we get along great.
I seriously hope that my selective memory will serve me well, so that I could forget about yesterday and anything that had to do with it.
I tried to write a short story today. I was suddenly inspired to write one when I woke up this morning, and the events were developing so quickly in my head as I was taking my shower, and it all sounded so good. But when I put it to paper, it just didn’t look right. All the dialogues sounded so cliche and I immediately forgot all the descriptions I planned on writing. As the day wore on I tried my best to work on it. But the longer I worked on it, the more it sounded like crap to me. So I gave up. Damn. And I thought it was going to be good enough for me to send to one of those local teen magazines. That is my short-term goal: to have a short story published in Meg or Candy. But the only subject matter I can write about with no problem is suicide. I don’t know why. It’s not like I want to kill myself or anything. But I can always find the right words when I write about somebody killing himself/herself. I’m probably a more depressing writer than Sylvia Plath, and I can’t exactly imagine Candy publishing a short story about a pregnant 15-year old who throws herself down her father’s office building.
Maybe I need more life experiences.
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[...] course in school, I was depressed almost all day.[read more?] lauryn @ 05:34 am [...]
“Candy publishing a short story about a pregnant 15-year old who throws herself down her father’s office building!”-oh boy is that true?
Our generation, enjoy, mourn,sulk to death and die…how long would we be like this??
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