I want to be a creator. I want to work in the business and make people think. To make them laugh and cry. To inspire the creativity of others. But, a lot of times the way the industry works disgusts me. Because, the industry isn’t run by the visionaries. The people who truly love the craft don’t pull the strings, corporation does. Like everything else in this country. Money. It’s all that they care about. Then they pat themselves on the back for thinking that because something made a lot of it, it must be, for lack of a better word, good. As God is my witness, I vow to create because I need to, not because they need me to. To slave over my work and trudge through false inspiration so that I may bring people the art of story telling. I vow that money will never be my driving force for creation. That I will always be a true writer.

I’m gonna be hella hung over tomorrow at work, but, I think it was worth it.

I love everything about women.Everything.The way that they pull their skirts down when they feel them ride up an inch. The way they play with their hair. How each one has a particular fragrance that can make you relive every good memory of them at once. Deep down, even though I don’t want to admit it, I’m a romantic. I believe in love. I need love. I need to love. I need someone to love. When I don’t have that someone, my life is a constant search because I feel incomplete. I don’t know why I’m writing this. Maybe I’m just being a little bitch. Maybe I hope that the right girl will see it and something will happen. But, she won’t. Probably. I don’t know. All I do know is that without the opposite sex, without the sheer beauty and grace of the women around me, my life would be an empty shell.

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