This may not sound comprehensible

There's something about weak females that make me cringe in spite. There's people who die involuntarily everyday and then there are those who choose to kill themselves. Suicide is such an insult against receiving a life to fight and influence others.

Ugh. I'm so angry at how this fucking world works, at how society, especially Asian traditions, has set myself and many others up. It's a bunch of worthless bullshit.

Eat shit mothers who dote on their sons who do nothing but spew empty lies.

I'm not like you;

I can't pretend.

Harry Potter

I read the last half of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows again and I have a renewed sense of admiration for J.K.Rowling. Little twists and details that I never paid attention to the first time around--in my obsession to finish it--were noticeable this time; I revere Rowling's capability of grand schemes that manage to weave and interlock in the most novel ways, and how she manages to combine different themes and genres in her books; she's a wicked storyteller.

I admit that the first time I read the epilogue, I found it sloppily written, perhaps in haste, but now that I have reread it, I realized it's a fitting end for Harry Potter. Obviously as a writer of a remarkable series, as Harry Potter, you would want to end on a fulfilling note, and she does.

I hope to echo Rowling's talent for storytelling and detail in my future writing.

WooHOO

AWP Conference here I come!!!

I’ve been wrapping one night stands
around my body like wedding bands
but none of them fit in the morning
they just slip off my fingers and slip out the door

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by Andrea Gibson

(II Corinthians 12:9-10) 9 He has said to me, "“My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.”" Most gladly therefore I will rather glory in my weaknesses, that the power of Christ may rest on me. 10 Therefore I take pleasure in weaknesses, in injuries, in necessities, in persecutions, in distresses, for Christ’s sake. For when I am weak, then am I strong.

I'm retreating a little to my black journal book.

Angels, beautiful.

Imagine popping this out of your vagina

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"I'll tell you something. In this room tonight you saw my present lover but also two of my former lovers. We are all good friends. Friendship is what endures. Shared ideals, respect for the whole character of a human being. Why can't you accept your own freedom? Why do you have to cling to someone in order to live?"

-Emma Goldman in E.L. Doctorow's Ragtime

Somehow, amazingly, I managed to "finish" everything I intended to finish tonight, and I know I should turn in, but I don't feel all that tired though I sure I am.

I want to type more and I thought I had more to say, but as I sit now staring blankly at the screen, I realize I don't.

This is a good thing. It means I'm satisfied.