Monday, April 20, 2009
it's kind of sick how i use my creative writing class for supportive therapy. i can't help it, i like to write about emotional conflict and i draw inspiration from my own life. it's actually really soothing hearing 20 people telling you about how your ex is so cruel, treated you wrong, blah blah. and pointing things out such as the idealization of your "boyfriend" although in the story he is providing as much pain as the story's antagonists. and then reading and re-reading all the comments and trying to figure out who wrote them, and who wrote "you" instead of "the narrator." i worry sometimes that they will meet the people i write about. i should worry more that they know too much about me.