But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

31.3.11

'Til we grow old.

Lights will guide you home.

So I was cleaning out my thumbdrives, sorting out all the junk I've saved on the computer, and came across this 4 paged story I used to write.

When I was reading through it, I have a feeling I had someone like Sabrina help me. 'Cause I couldn't possibly have written that good. I can no longer write like that anymore. And this upsets me very much.

I miss writing, I really do. But being all anti-mainstream, I can't write a cliche story. 

I shall start writing soon. And hopefully, I can rise to the level I achieved last year.

I'm a sad excuse for a person.

Je vous aime, mon chéri. Je le veux dire. ♥