i'm writing my novel portfolio, and it's impossible. i'm alternating between writing for half an hour and sobbing for five minutes. i'm just spewing all my emotions onto a paper that's supposed to be partially analytical. i write like a girl... it's like anne sexton-
"a woman who writes feels to much... a man who writes knows too much."
little truths
- rebecca
- i cannot stand being too cold in the summer or too warm in the winter, or vice versa, really. i dislike any extreme temperature when i'm trying to be productive. i need to wear socks when it's less than 20 degrees out. i hate having to wear gloves inside when i'm typing. i abhore cars with too much or too little air conditioning. i sometimes feel like life is just one long attempt to avoid cliches. i have no respect for teenagers who are pretentious 'musicians', 'photographers', 'christians' or scenesters. and i love breakfast food... just, not for breakfast. ever. i don't like floating around in the air, i like being grounded, and people who can make me feel grounded.
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