Writing For People
I’m writing for myself. Liar. Why post it somewhere if you don’t expect someone to read it? I see you blush and smile when someone
Keep It Regular
I’m writing for myself. Liar. Why post it somewhere if you don’t expect someone to read it? I see you blush and smile when someone
can’t sit how i used to can’t shit how i used to time has abused you past habits have fused you and youth has refused
Decision Break Point. They were normally naturally occurring and the only role of a Reality Engineer would be to ensure that the narrative lines around
You have to plan like it is all going to come off and react accordingly when it doesn’t. I had an idea of where I
anger poetry can get personal seems like a rehearsal and an almost reversal into something other than confrontation so comes the hesitation to write it
You push towards the end of the day and you try to complete all the targets that you have set for yourself, because the completion
He sits there and he does something. He looks at it and he wonders why it is not what he wants it to be. He
the things that make me unhappy are not the day by day things the trappings of routine they are usually the small unkindnesses thoughtless actions