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.