I need a psychologist.
Heck, I AM ONE.
But the creative writer in me and the thinking writer in me collide. One art - two divisions. I don't even know what's stronger! Nonetheless, I do believe (in one way or the other) that both are one. They do, after all, belong to the same art (am reiterating). So basically I can't be a psychologist to me per se if I don't even know what my main strength is.
BUT I AM TOO DEPRESSED!
All this talk about death depresses me. I'm not ready to die yet.
I haven't finished my novel yet!
And I haven't been able to transmute this hideously beautiful mess of a world into a total beautifully beautiful Utopia!
Oh, and Miss Emo keeps on multiplying. Sigh. Pathetic world.
I need a psychologist - one who thinks and speaks and writes EXACTLY like me.
Sadly there is none - at least, as of now.
Heck, I AM ONE.
But the creative writer in me and the thinking writer in me collide. One art - two divisions. I don't even know what's stronger! Nonetheless, I do believe (in one way or the other) that both are one. They do, after all, belong to the same art (am reiterating). So basically I can't be a psychologist to me per se if I don't even know what my main strength is.
BUT I AM TOO DEPRESSED!
All this talk about death depresses me. I'm not ready to die yet.
I haven't finished my novel yet!
And I haven't been able to transmute this hideously beautiful mess of a world into a total beautifully beautiful Utopia!
Oh, and Miss Emo keeps on multiplying. Sigh. Pathetic world.
I need a psychologist - one who thinks and speaks and writes EXACTLY like me.
Sadly there is none - at least, as of now.
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