May 2011
3 posts
April 2011
13 posts
March 2011
39 posts
Write just to write.
I must write my feelings. Write my fears. Write my dream until I’ve drained every single one of them into existence.
I refuse to believe that this is it. That I am destined to do that job just to pay the bills. To survive.
Survival is necessary to exist. But why do I want to survive? Bust my ass of everyday to enjoy the complacency of sitting at home in front of my ginormous television...
“In order to be irreplaceable, one must always be different”
– Coco Chanel (via quote-book)
