"The only people for me are the mad ones. The ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved; the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow Roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars."

I write best in the early hours of the morning, I get writer's block a lot, and sometimes I can't even bother writing because I'm scared of the result. I understand revise and edit but I can't help what I think. All in all I'm an insomniac, who's a little out of it sometimes, just trying to get by. Vague, is my middle name. I OWN NOTHING.

"I don't know what's wrong with me. It's like all I can do is keep writing this gibberish to keep from breaking apart."

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