6.16.2010
In Which Maybe I'll Start Again Tomorrow, or Next Week, or Never.
Fuck today's poem. I'm tired of trying to come up with something beautiful every fucking day and never finding anything in my mind except meaningless shit. I'm tired of this being just another obligation to worry about. So fucking fuck. it. I'm not a writer.
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Screw you, lady.
It's not supposed to be beautiful! It's supposed to be every day meaningless shit.
Dayum.
...but I like reading your meaningless shit.
Who is Anonymousssss?
Amanda, I know. I was just really angry this afternoon. Don't ask me why. Maybe ask my uterus?
We are always angry sometimes. And sometimes, we don't want to write. Well, no....sometimes, we don't want to do the work to make the writing come out of our heads and hards and end up someplace where others can see it. That's it.
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