

MotivationI need a saint. No, Im not religious but I find that I need a saint. I need an earnest person to talk to. Someone like Kael or Livie someone with knowledge. Someone older than me. Id like to discuss life. Id like to discuss my writing, piano, House, Little Miss Sunshine among other things. Id like to have the chance to talk at someone for forty five minutes. No, I dont want to go to Bradley again. Theres nothing to discuss yet there is.Motivation
Im stuck. I need motivation. This would be where
You needed someone? a voice asks. I sigh an


EditShit. I finally realize that I need an editor for this piece. This piece of novel thats pushed its way into my life.Edit
Chaos.
Someone taps me on the shoulder. I look around; I thought I was walking by myself to Wayland Square. Starbucks. Whatever. I didnt hear footsteps, before. A boy, of eighteen or nineteen, certainly a few years older than me, stands there. Dwayne Hoover is the first person who comes to find, as Ive seen Little Miss Sunshine one too many times by now. He has black hair. It hasnt all grown out like Paul Danos had by the time he was in the film Fast Food Nation. No,
i shall fix that right now!
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