It`s two days past my deadline and I`m the luckiest dog that the editor-in-chief is my friend. Ok, so the job doesn`t pay and they HAVE to be lenient or they`ll get no work from me at all if they push me. But the fact is, I will really make myself look bad and unreliable by not living up to my committments. Trouble is I`ve been sick all week, the topic of my story is boring, boring, boring, and I think, I think I have....ugh!... writer`s block! So I`m putting it down...and walking away. The words stopped making sense after the umpteenth time reviewing it. Now, they`re just characters jumping off the screen at me, turning me into insane brain mush.
So, of course I turned to my journal, so I could, DO MORE WRITING? I`m off to the village to seek human contact. I need people. Been locked up in here since 1:30pm yesterday and I`ve gone stir
crazy.
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/////August 29, 2002 - 4:52pm/////
Live through this with me
I swear that I will die for you
Who`s worth your time?
Life get`s fucking hard and you learn that it`s the people who stand along your side in your worst hours (or days, months or years) that are your soul mates. It is they who know the secret of Divine Love - loving all of you because of your weaknesses and not despite them. And it is those who know that who will receive the gift of my Moonpools and Fairy Dust.
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