I want so bad to believe that it's true.That I am a "writer" and I am fine with whatever that means. I convince myself this is going to be pleasurable, but really, who is a writer?
The term "writer" is mostly used to describe those who can arrange words in a pretty manner. They mange to lace them into sentences that seep feeling into others. Any feeling, some sort of feeling. Maybe even a lack of it?
Writers are those that are good with descriptions, and at telling stories. They're blessed with unusually vivid imaginations and a knack for choosing the right words.
I am none of this, yet I carry the self-proclaimed title. Perhaps, someday. I mostly live in my head. And fall for the boys with bad habits.
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
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