"The only private language i know is self-exaggeration. I think i've grown a second self in this room. It's the self-important fool that keeps the writer going. I exaggerate the pain of writing, the pain of solitude, the failture, the rage, the confusion, the helplessness, the fear, the humilation. the narrower the boundaries of my life, themore i exaggerate myself. If the pain is real, why do i inflate it? Maybe this is the only pleasure i am allowed."

"Does writing come out of bitterness and rage or does it produce bitterness and rage?"

- Don Delilio, Mao II.

wanted to make a new template for my blog with these words.... but hey, MY BLOG NOW IS GORGEOUS. hahaha.. actually im just lazy. :) wow that book is filled with so much subtle gorgeousness.. only realised it by reading it closely last night during bible class.

writing drives me insane.. but i cant help putting everything into words. i scribble everywhere, i cant resist putting every little thought down.. when i cant i go crazy.. and when i do put it down.. i go crazy the next time i see it.

my moms a pain. so fricking annoying. holy crap. forget this blog.