All that is coming out of me right now is this prosey/lyrical/poetic bullshit and I need to work on this story. I need to develop my characters and solidify my plot.
Just like that same fucking voice who once told me, “You can’t write through tears,” and I did…
Same. Rules. Apply.
“You can’t write through infatuation, limerence, love.”
Fuck you. Watch me.