- Joined
- May 8, 2007
- Messages
- 450
- Reaction score
- 106
- Location
- where the hills have eyes
- Website
- hownottobeastepmum.blogspot.com
I've been writing for the last 2/3 years. Collecting information, trying to put it down on paper. feeding from feelings of anger or love. Today I feel like giving up. what is the point?
What is the meaning of life? To be shit on from a great height? Or to look at a person and think 'i dont really know you.'
Who am I writing for. Me? Today i'm not. I'm tired and washed up.
What is the meaning of life? To be shit on from a great height? Or to look at a person and think 'i dont really know you.'
Who am I writing for. Me? Today i'm not. I'm tired and washed up.
Will you be less of a person in your mind if you don't write?