What is my style? Do I have one? Why, or why not?
I feel like… I’m not a good enough artist… and I’m not a good enough writer. I’m somewhere above average, but still, mediocre.
I want to be… the best. Or of.
I’m starting Nanowrimo, today? So it’s the end of Writer’s Workshop for me, for now. November will be my month to write a novel. Maybe it’ll kick, maybe it’ll bite. I can’t limit myself to fighting boys who won’t hit me back.
Halloween was too epic, I feel like I’m experiencing an ecstasy come-down, as in, what could be better, how could it ever be as good again? My serotonin’s low.
Bigger, bigger, I’m going to come back up
