Because I tweet, I let the usual me burst through words.
Everything has an indirect proportion.
If I stutter, it’s because I’m lost for words.
Apparently, I’ve become accustomed with the piles of read and unread books around me while I sleep.
I know the answers but I can’t construct my words. Yikes.
It’s hard to tell if I’m hysterical from unexpected happiness.
Writer wondered. Writer stared.
My head is preoccupied with theories.
I am having a love-hate relationship with today’s weather
I am seriously perplexed as to how middle-aged men write stories for teenage girls
“I try to leave out the parts that people skip.” Elmore Leonard
Thanks 2012. What do you have for me, 2013?
My whole system wants to shut off.
Influenced by my bestfriend, Itunes. No tears, dude. No tears.
What’s weird is that I feel like I’m in a Twilight Zone.
I always wake up at odd hours.
Consume me, thoughts. Let me be on fire.