Lately, after looking back at some old poems and essays, I haven't been so sure. Okay, so I admit I was a little hypocritical writing an article against love and then becoming infatuated a few weeks later. It's easier to say things when they're not happening to you at that exact moment, you see. And for awhile, I never had to look at my writing and see how good it was. Now I'm viewing my writing and seeing it up close and personal.
Man is it horrible.
I scoffed at the people who accused my writings of being too full of one-liners and not being deep enough. Because I'm usually the type of person who writes too much . Now I know that wasn't good material either because I was the guy who sat in the back and wrote a couple more pages than everyone else in the same amount of time. You can write a lot about the morals of Lord of the Flies , trust me. As I was saying earlier, I was flirting with Love.