Plaintive Wail.
03.05.09 - 12:00 p.m. When I was in High School, I wrote. I wrote every second I could squeeze a word into a notebook. I wrote on everything, double entendr�. Words came like a john with 20 bucks and a meeting in 10 minutes. I don't write like that anymore, and I miss it, and I wonder what changed... I can think of things that did, definitely, but it occurs to me what when I think of my life... It's now 'what has become of me?' Instead of 'What will become of me?' And I find that... very sad.
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