It wasn't me. You can't prove anything.



I have a barebones idea for a novel. It is terrible. Maybe I should just write it to get it out of my head. I should set out to write a painted piece of shit. That way I will not be disappointed when I eventually hit the mark. I hate love scenes.  I Don't like reading them and I just know I would never be able write them. Only children’s books sell without love scenes. What is in me and will come out of me is not that. Then the universe ended.

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