so i'm reconsidering posting some things from my creative non-fiction class. here's the thing. i've used names. i don't know who is going to end up reading any of this or if anyone will at all, but the last thing i want is for someone to think that i shared a part of them that they didn't want me to. i'm thinking that unless i talk with the people i wrote about, i'm going to feel like a total shady mcshaderson if i just post it all.
furthermore, since writing those pieces almost one year ago, a lot has changed. so putting those up now makes me feel kind of uncomfortable and nauseous. i've been thinking about taking the assignments and reworking them or writing new pieces, but i haven't made up my mind completely.
regardless, since i've picked up english for my double major i'm going to be taking a fuck load of writing courses and literature courses (go figure, right?) so i shall be posting much about all those things.
i really wanted to write about that dream that had me waking up crying, but i feel like the circumstances within the dream are entirely too close to me right now, so sorry no juicy details about such an emotional slumber.
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i was once so proud of those pieces. and then i fell into pieces. and now i'm finding my peace.
yeah that's right i fucking commented my own shit. wassup.
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