so here's the thing about trying to finish a 250-page novel before the month ends: you know you start going crazy and realizing what a shit writer you really are when you spend thirty minutes polishing a stupid paragraph only to realise hours later that the pretty words and images and metaphors and all other literary nonsense you've peppered it with, just made it seem like you're writing about people farting in your face.

but yeah, i laughed like a mad-woman after that.
i should just stop pretending to write.

p.s: Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince sucked! i feel like a fool for being so excited over it.