splinter of a writer’s life

why do you walk into a bar to be alone or in creative company only?

because i don’t want to make up everything. my writing is a pretty real thing and i like it this way. so from time to time i need to convince myself to actually observe the ordinary, the mundanes, in order to see all their little faces about their sad little lives.

what else?

fiction is not real. sure. but sometimes it feels realer than any reality. so i need people. i never thought i’d say this but think about it. think about all the pages i filled with hate and society rants and pure disappointment.those actions and thoughts and beliefs aren’t my own so without people and a fucked up society i would’ve nothing to rant about. and as you may imagine hate is a force that keeps my letters together.

so thank you world for being so shit. now fuck off.

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