dirtyfilthy
In the grim future of 2009, there is only war.

Just give me a big sharp knife and I do sincerely reckon: that I might cut myself a swathe through everything

Posted by dirtyfilthy on August 27, 2008 at 06:57 PM

Your real friends will always love you, and honestly we do, and that is honestly far far more the advice I wish I listened to than it is the trite suggestions I provide out of charity for the benefit of others.

I need to write.

I need to write.

I need to write. But I'm cut down like a sliver of bamboo by my own lack of self-confidence. Constant case of unfair comparisons I guess, I've read too many spectacular successes to want to be a mediocre failure.

I need to start writing every day again, even if it's trash.

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Emma

the only answer is to... write?

Also, where is my goddamn poem!?

Kassam

they say you should write about what you know...

Do you know me?

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