I once read a story of this woman who wrote the most beautiful love stories and inspired so many people. She was the love-junkies messiah when it came to mushy love novels. During this one exclusive interview with her, she confessed to have never actually fallen in love before. In fact, she hardly ever left her house. She had her meals delivered and had no social life.
It made me depressed to hear that. How pent up and lonely do you have to be to create an entire fantasy world around yourself, and then turn it around and sell it to people? It's sad because then people turn around and look for "prince charming" in real life. Sorry sweetheart, he's just a figment of a crazy old maid's imagination.
I killed myself on Thursday. No particular reason why I did it. I just had a hard time finding meaning behind things. When asked, an artist can't even explain half the reasons why he draws the things he dr