maybe i'm afraid.
little pieces pop out and i still can't grasp what it is i'm trying to say. it almost seems like fiction. *vomit* the last fiction i wrote had a lot to do with me being a princess, etc. etc.
that reminds me... you know those young authors contests in elementary school? well i wrote a book for that once and another for a class project. i actually won some sort of award for the YA book. but, good grief! it seems painfully obvious to me from reading those books that i was a seriously disturbed little girl. the YA book was about a group of dinosaurs who started a rock band i think. the ended up eating each other in the end. mass carnage on the last page. the other book had something to do with dreams. there was a nuclear explosion for the finale.
kill them all, i say.
oh god... whatever it is that's running through my head has the rhythm of an actual poem. much like the raven. it probably wants to rhyme.
what is up with me?
