Traitors....

I used to sit down every thursday night and write.

I had a system.

I would read Baking with Plath, drink some wine, laugh out loud, then write. Now the system is gone. Actually, there is no system anymore. I need to find my inner soul writer again.

Maybe I killed her.

Killed her with schoolwork and lack of interest.

Oh yeah, speaking of interest....How about we touch on something else which has mysteriously disappeared from my nonlife.

Sex.

Yes I said it...

Sex.

zipp, gone,vamoos.

Do you think it is shacking up with my inner soul writer?

That Bitch.

ps: Tonight...I'm gonna buy some porn, i'll let you know how it goes