My worst ever memory had to be my fifteenth birthday.
I want to feel the breath of your lips next to my ear,
There is a darkness inside me
that I’d like to hide
so I’ll close my eyes
and I’ll fake a smile
and then I’ll pretend
that everything’s alright
that everything’s real
and I don’t wanna die.
When the bad feeling chokes my insides
All I wanna do is break down
“My lights are flickering out, while yours burn brightly still.”Ten Word story
“I don’t remember deciding to become a writer. You decide to become a dentist or a postman. For me, writing is like being gay. You finally admit that this is who you are, you come out and hope that no one runs away.”Mark Haddon
“Beware of self-indulgence. The romance surrounding the writing profession carries several myths: that one must suffer in order to be creative; that one must be cantankerous and objectionable in order to be bright; that ego is paramount over skill; that one can rise to a level from which one can tell the reader to go to hell. These myths, if believed, can ruin you.David Brin (via writingquotes)
If you believe you can make a living as a writer, you already have enough ego.”