I am having a massive attack of fanficwriting self conciousness. It's not even writer's block, I'm writing plenty. It's just that everything I write seems like shit. Grr.
Anyway: I'm not blessed or merciful. I'm just me. I've got a job to do and I do it. Listen: even as we're talking, I'm there for old and young, innocent and guilty, those who die together and those who die alone. I'm in cars and boats and planes, in hospitals and forests and abattoirs. For some folks death is a release and for others death is an abomination, a terrible thing. But in the end, I'm there for all of them -Death, in SANDMAN #20
: "Façade" .
I love that quote.
Anyway. I'm tired and sick and thinking of Making my journal Friends only. If I do, I'm keeping everyone. I don't have enough friends to be picky.
Uggh. I'm going to go back to watching the Dr. Who marathon. I'm not going to watch the finale tonight. I get extremely emotional when I'm sick and I already know what happens so...what's the point?