final free write.

i was trying to find one more free write- one more little thing i could show you before i had to go.

and all i could find was:

"I dont have any specific entries, but I know there were angry one

The pages were ananymous, and looking back they were the type that couldn't really be defined from each other"

I have decided to continue for three minutes. i had promised myself that i was going to write in a journal, a long wonderful, beautiful binder full of all sorts of things- pictures and drawings. i never really drew with my free writes though- the art in them often lay in words. and so i decided why not just use the art i love the most? this is my blog, and this blog holds solely my work in writer's craft. why? well, why not? they share my opinions and beautiful words, everything i've felt and thought of- characters i have created and examined, things i have observed. if there is one thing i enjoy it is that.

i am reflecting- i promised myself i would do that at midnight for memories sake.

my everything is purple and pink in here- i remember when it was blue and green, painted like a garden. i remember when my mom painted it, with a roller covered in sheets and paint- it smelled like turpentine for weeks. but she did it because i loved it. i painted my room myself, it's a bit of a shoddy job but it brings me memories too- i stopped talking to my best friend for two months because of this paint job, she wanted to go to the mall.

hey jess? you were a stupid kid. but it's okay, cause i cried and apologized for being mad. and i used to be dumb and sing opera. we all have our flaws.

love and appreciate more than anything else, and adore everything it is that you do. admire all, never hate- never despise. love, love above all other things- holy fuck do these words befit the music i'm listening to right now. it's amazing.

thanks james horner, you're a right ol' pal.

i listen to soundtracks when i write because i think they add more depth to my emotion- does that seemw eird to anyone else or is it just me? i'm sometimes insecure. this is a good, final free write though i think.

...shit. i didn't even start the timer. oh well.