I love it, I hate it.
I write, I create, I manipulate.
I am a writer.
Nothing is more farther from the truth at this moment.
There are my thoughts.
My own ideas.
Me.
I write to entertain.
I write to reach out and touch.
But Who will ever see what I've written?
You?
You who knly care because you know me.
Because you have to be interested.
This includes that AFDA guys.
I love you all, but all we see,
All we are conditioned to see are the potential dollar signs.
We cannot, dare not
get emotionally involved, and yet,
I just finished a major project,
and I'm depressed.
Depressed about my writing,
my (In my mind) bullshit.
Guys, girls, friends.
I write,
I create,
I manipulate.
I just wish I could have done that in reality.
Friday, November 7, 2008
Writing
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