How can you love someone, but not like them? It's a strange, strange thing. I love people, and some of them I don't like. I'm not quite sure how that works. I guess, to like someone, you have to be able to converse with them, enjoy it, and be thoroughly understanding of each other, but to love someone, you only have to know each other - I think. I'm not sure, remember? But hey, if you ever do discover how exactly this is possible, find a way to get a hold of me! I was told to just write "I don't know" if I'm stuck... So here goes. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I finished a book yesterday. It was good.
Love is a dangerous, dangerous game. A game that none of us can resist playing. We meet someone, we start to talk to them. Things go really well. Then you find yourself falling head over heels into an unknown abyss called love. That fall is, usually, terrifying. Being scared isn't the worst part of love though, the worst part is when it ends. Although it is not certain that it will end, it very well may. A good movie (Hotel Transylvania... Hehe) once taught me that you only "zing" once. Not sure what that means, but I guess we'll all find out someday, I hope. I personally don't fall in love often, but when I fall, I fall hard. Maybe I'm just picky about who I love, maybe I'm messed up. But love is love, and I can't stop it, neither can you. Love is a dangerous game, and we all lose a few times, and take a trip through the magical "Game Over" signs on our way to the "Cupid Health Clinic", but in the end we win. And what a great, great victory that shall be.
You told me a secret today, and I didn't say anything. There was a secret that I told you, and someone else, and that someone else went and blabbed about it. Now I'm stuck at a crossroads, I'm debating what a secret is. People say that a secret isn't a secret unless nobody knows, and I used to think they were wrong. But now, I'm starting to think they were COMPLETELY correct. It's kind of like getting away with murder, if you don't want to get caught, don't tell anyone about it that you're not willing to kill. Wear gloves, extract all bullets, clean up bullet casings, and wear a full body suit. Problem solved. Remember,
I've started to write my ideas down so as I wont' forget them. I want to take things more seriously, but I always find it so hard to continue writing a story when I can't think of a good beginning. The first sentence is key. You have to be able to lure in the reader, and I find that the most difficult part of writing. The "hook" is no fun. The "hook" is hard. The "hook" and I aren't very good friends. Sometimes I wish that I could just start writing and not stop. But I have to stop some time. I always have the middle part in the bag, it's just the beginning that bothers me. If I can get the beginning going, I can breeze through the middle, and then end it with a bang.I know I'm capable of it, it's just difficult. I'm a big fan of co-op. Writing with another person is just so much easier sometimes. They can always critique you as soon as you make a mistake, and you can do the same to them. It's a lot easier to stick to the flow of the story when someone else is helping you with it. Most of the time anyway. I always like the whole multiple character point of view thing. You have one character, and they have the other, and as many as you want to put in you can divide up.
I'm not sure why you think you're all that. In all reality your selfish and self-centered. Just StOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOPPPPPP. I understand that you find the need to constantly talk about just yourself, but you need to shut up every once in a while and let people talk about themselves! Thank you! Some people are just irritating. I love all people, it's just that I feel like some of them could use a nice smack. People are cruel, but some are especially so. We don't mean to be cruel, we just are, there is no need to intensify that though. Just be you, let others be themselves, and you'll go pretty far in life. I don't care if you're black, white, Mexican, Asian, gay, straight, or somewhere in between, as long as you're nice to me, I'll be nice to you. People are people. Let them be that. We all make mistakes, we're only human right?