experiment with writing thought down. not a raw copy, but a question and answer thing. i don't know why i did it, but here it is.
i was thinking about how life is like an addiction. and then i started writing this - and then i ran out of what i was thinking as i lost interest (which is partly why i wrote this in the first place - to say just that).
it's a rant, about jobs and how i can't make myself get one. don't bother reading it.
i wrote this for an english personal expressive writing assignment. as i recall, two hours to spill forth shit which we somehow manage to create on the spot. i wrote this: and to be honest, it almost perfectly sums up how i feel on the topic of teenage sex (and the obsession that goes with it). i almost got an a+, though the teacher thought i lost it near the end. after re-reading it, i realize she was right - i did start to lose the plot there. well there you go - that's what blind anger at stupidity does to a person.