It is almost 12 and I am cursing my sleeping routine. Nothing is helping right now. I have been reading for last 6 hours and my eyes are red and head is throbbing.
In 3 months I have been able to write 4 chapters(all fragmented, written by hand rather typed) and was able to draft the plot.
I still do not know what I really want to do with this piece.
Writing is one exhausting job. Reading for days and then trying to collect my own fragmented thoughts.
I decided today to move out of ca if I do nt get enrolled in PhD. Amman is right I need time with myself.
But then again will running from life help?
Every one is accusing me of hiding behind books.
This is the only way to curb personal thoughts.
Every other ghost I had buried in past is coming back to haunt me.
But then again..memories are the worst spell one could ever suffer from.
Even love is not a good exorcist.
Sarah~
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