As I said, I'm stupid. I have been staring at the screen for quite some time now, because [as usual] I do not know what to write. I was sorely tempted to shut down my computer and sleep, but I read a blog once from a real writer [he wrote several books] that in order to truly become a real writer, you have to write everyday. It's kinda like learning an instrument, like for example, guitar. You have to practice everyday in order for you to master it, otherwise you'd just forget what you've learned and you'll start all over again. Just like in writing, you have to write frequently, for you to get better at it. Even if you've got nothing to write good or "interesting" about, you have to sit and start writing [or typing if you're using a computer] and just let the thoughts flow from your mind, to your fingers, to the paper [or screen]. Practice makes perfect. I think that's what the blog writer advised, and that's what I'm following now...
For lack of better topic, since what's inside my head now is pretty much this song, I decided to share it... maybe it'll get inside your heads too... or maybe I'm just weird. Haha. But the song's lyrics are great though. Well, here it is...
Ready, Aim, Misfire
Artist: New Years Day
Get out of the car, and don't try and stop me
Stay where you are, 'cause there you can't hurt me
You took things too far, and I don't deserve this
You said that you'd be, you'd always be honest
And mean what you say, but you broke every promise
That you ever made, and I don't deserve this
If I had just one bullet, and a trigger I'd pull it
Shoot my cupid out of the sky
Break off his wings, and gouge out his eyes
And thank him for nothing, 'cause that's all that he gave to me
Your love is my heart disease
Don't try and call,
I'm not going to answer
I'm not going to fall for another disaster
That you put me through, and I don't deserve this
No I don't deserve this.
If I had just one bullet, and a trigger I'd pull it
Shoot my cupid out of the sky
Break off his wings and gouge out his eyes
And thank him for nothing, 'cause that's all that he gave to me
Your love is my heart disease
Shoot my cupid out of the sky
Break off his wings and gouge out his eyes
And thank him for nothing, 'cause that's all that he gave to me
Your love is my heart disease
I don't care anymore
About You.
Because without you I'm better off.
Shoot my cupid out of the sky
Break off his wings and gouge out his eyes
And thank him for nothing, 'cause that's all that he gave to me
Your love is my heart disease
Shoot my cupid out of the sky
Break off his wings and ask him just why
He played such a sick joke on the fool that is me
And curse me with this sickness
Your love is my heart disease.
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