Monday
Creative Freedom is strictly forbidden
Stream of consciousness is a terrible thing to do to a reader.
Writing
like
this
also
sucks
balls.
Doing this is like mega emo.
Let's talk about New York City. I've never been there, but I bet it smells like pollution and sweat, like crime and multiculturalism. I wish I could see snow again.
Can I stay with you until Christmas?
; written on the stars at 4:10 PM