Sometimes you get strange flashes of creativity, and those propel you into doing what you're meant to do. In my case, I'm meant to eat a lot of sugary snacks, but on a larger level I may be meant to write. That's what people tell me, and that's what leaps into my dreams, and so the other night I decided to start writing again. I'm very insecure about my writing because I compare myself to the greats; it's easy to feel defeated.
My friend Jeff got married. We were fairly close in high school, and we spent time together when we could afterward, so I'm a little bit hurt that I had to find out through the South Haven Tribune. Then again, he told me back in 1998 that he was going to marry this girl—so maybe I shouldn't be so hurt after all.
My friend Jeff got married. We were fairly close in high school, and we spent time together when we could afterward, so I'm a little bit hurt that I had to find out through the South Haven Tribune. Then again, he told me back in 1998 that he was going to marry this girl—so maybe I shouldn't be so hurt after all.
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