Friday, February 13, 2009
It's raining, it's pouring.
I woke up at 5:30 today. My aunt woke me up because she made alot of noise.I usually wake up at 6 anyway, so it doesnt irk me much.I started writing my Valentine's poem for Sarah yesterday, and it's not gonna be easy.She had me use all the material I had on another poem she wanted, "just cause". So I've got to have it done by tomorrow. I've been questioning my life lately. I've lost touch with the few friends I had, drifted out of the music scene, and stopped writing as much as I used to. I think it might be because of my relationship with Sarah. Im happy with her, but in all other areas of my life Im not. Have I become lazy?To comfortable?I think I've lost any personal intrigue. Did my sadness make me who I was? I did use to always say the pain made me a better writer. Because experience makes for better writing. And people love to read about other's pains or hadships, not their happiness. At least not until the end of the book. I guess life is like a book, and we all want that happy ending.
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At one point, I thought I was in love. And it was really nice. But I had nothing to write about with him. Any sense of inspiration had just.. left. But then I found someone else. He was new, he was me, he was beautiful, he was perfect, and he gave me something new to say. I found so many unsaid words in him, and they weren't sorrowful for once. Then he broke my heart, and I've yet to quit writing. Maybe all you need is something New.
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