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trite little writer

ah...feeling like a trite little writer.

i wrote a play involving homelessness, verbal abuse, emotional abuse, and physical abuse. none of these are things i have experienced...except the emotional and verbal, to some extent. i feel like an idiot writing on things i have no idea how to express because i've never lived them.

but autumn never got a death threat, i'll bet, and cels never saw a bunch of mafia people die, and i don't ridicule them for writing what they don't know. it's called fiction for a reason.

i felt as if my professor was staring at me the whole time it was being read aloud. it made me really uncomfortable...

i wish i had an edward of my own...i am ridiculous.

the previous post was better. you should have read it instead.

- thursday, march 26, 2009


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