Cheese Much?

at a moment of weakness (apparently) i let myself freewrite for one of my devious tales i've been concocting and THIS is what comes out? Pathetic. thought you might enjoy making fun of me as well so here it is. enjoy the "lovely" romance that apparently resides in my heart.



I miss him, she wrote, as if she needed to tell herself. I know I shouldn't...but I do. It's like he's submerged in my subconscious; surfacing only when he needs to remind me. To remind me that I miss him, like an ache in my side, an abyss in my chest that won't fill no matter what i throw into its depths.

She paused a moment from writing, her pen finding its way into her mouth.What was it about him that attracted her so? His eyes? His smile? ...His kiss? She sighed, stood, collapsed onto her bed. No, she knew, it was more than that. She closed her eyes and thought: it's everything.




and THAT is why i don't read or write romance novels. i could practically TASTE the cheese in my mouth after just that much. this is ridiculous. if i ever write a novel this bad please tell me. in fact, tell anyone who writes like this. no offense, but i sucks. it's just....too unrealistically romantic. call me a pessimist if you will, but that's just my opinion on the matter. which is actually kind of strange in a way since i like to think of myself as a hopeless romantic.... so i guess that makes me more of a like cynical hopeless romantic.


god help the guy that falls for me is all i can say.