A Tragic Act of Free Will

Absolute piss

I feel like writing utter crap tonight. Just vent writing. Fiction about nothing. Characters that I make to identify with personally. I don't feel like composing or thinking of making deep characters or broad, wide connections and dynamic parallels.

I hate writing like that. I have files and files and pages and pages of that and I don't like what I wrote. It's like some digusting comfort food of something, bad writing.

I feel like writing trashy emo poetry.

I need to get out of this weird funk and actually write something worthwhile. Hooboy.