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Someday I will find the strength...
May. 3rd, 2008 10:00 pmIs it me, or is it you?
Something isn't right.
And you ask why.
This is why.
Among other things.
To go into details would reveal too much, though. Everyone knows how much I like to keep my intentions shrouded in darkness.
I should go back to how it used to be.
I'm trying to change again.
This is why.
In... other - entirely random - news.Blame the icon, stfu.
I really do have some very disturbing hair thing.
Down with Roy, ponytail with Al. Which I was excited about since Heart Of Steel, so it was nothing to do with movie = human Al. /defendingself.To nobody.
The movie kind of ruined it for me, actually... Then everyone jumped on the bandwagon.I hate sharing my bandwagon. Mine, get your own.
Stupid popular things. Making my life difficult. Or something.
Bandwagon's full, guys. Bugger off.
- - - - - - - -
Everyone took the high road. Tch, fucking optimists.
At least they're not being predictable and cliche, anymore.
It's been so long since I read, that maybe... it's just a new set of authors.
"he married her out of guilty consience. he felt responsible her kind was being persecuted, for lack of a better word. he didn't want to realize that he hadn't married her out of necessity, but because he loved her. he married her, and she felt incredibly guilty because she didn't want him to feel obligated, and because she secretly wanted it. he married her because he loved her, but was frightened that she didn't love him back. he married her to save her life, and he never told her he loved her."
One sob story, from the masses, and it is literally about love.
Me, with my fairy tale romance life. My mother loved her boyfriend until the day that he died. Cried for years, after. My grandfather died beside my grandmother, in bed. Happily ever after, or something.
My other grandparents, for all their bitching and trying to convince the world of otherwise- really did love each other, I think.
I think they loved each other, and they hated each other.
And I've always thought I was destined for that kind of love. *Looks at IC examples of RoyxEd, or Ranma and Akane.* Pfft.
If I can free myself, from this hell....
Everyone wrote about something that was remotely -positive-, in a way. Everybody, except for the cheap one-liners.
I try, so hard, to come up with something that's not cliche...
Okay try might not be the word, but-
I like to write interesting stories that aren't -about- the prompt. Simply inspired by them.
So, why am I the only one who took those two words literally?
Why am I the only one writing a miserable story about two characters getting together simply because it's the easy thing to do, and accepting 'fate'?
And why can't I decide exactly which way I want to make Alfons suffer, tonight?
Something isn't right.
And you ask why.
This is why.
Among other things.
To go into details would reveal too much, though. Everyone knows how much I like to keep my intentions shrouded in darkness.
I should go back to how it used to be.
I'm trying to change again.
This is why.
In... other - entirely random - news.
I really do have some very disturbing hair thing.
Down with Roy, ponytail with Al. Which I was excited about since Heart Of Steel, so it was nothing to do with movie = human Al. /defendingself.
The movie kind of ruined it for me, actually... Then everyone jumped on the bandwagon.
Stupid popular things. Making my life difficult. Or something.
Bandwagon's full, guys. Bugger off.
Everyone took the high road. Tch, fucking optimists.
At least they're not being predictable and cliche, anymore.
It's been so long since I read, that maybe... it's just a new set of authors.
"he married her out of guilty consience. he felt responsible her kind was being persecuted, for lack of a better word. he didn't want to realize that he hadn't married her out of necessity, but because he loved her. he married her, and she felt incredibly guilty because she didn't want him to feel obligated, and because she secretly wanted it. he married her because he loved her, but was frightened that she didn't love him back. he married her to save her life, and he never told her he loved her."
One sob story, from the masses, and it is literally about love.
Me, with my fairy tale romance life. My mother loved her boyfriend until the day that he died. Cried for years, after. My grandfather died beside my grandmother, in bed. Happily ever after, or something.
My other grandparents, for all their bitching and trying to convince the world of otherwise- really did love each other, I think.
I think they loved each other, and they hated each other.
And I've always thought I was destined for that kind of love. *Looks at IC examples of RoyxEd, or Ranma and Akane.* Pfft.
If I can free myself, from this hell....
Everyone wrote about something that was remotely -positive-, in a way. Everybody, except for the cheap one-liners.
I try, so hard, to come up with something that's not cliche...
Okay try might not be the word, but-
I like to write interesting stories that aren't -about- the prompt. Simply inspired by them.
So, why am I the only one who took those two words literally?
Why am I the only one writing a miserable story about two characters getting together simply because it's the easy thing to do, and accepting 'fate'?
And why can't I decide exactly which way I want to make Alfons suffer, tonight?
