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                If there truly was such a thing as hell, I found myself in it. Jay and I met at college. I was there for classes, he was just there. My parents said that he was a lot of toos; too quiet, too reserved, too obsessed with his games. They said he was a lot of nots; not attractive, not confident, not friendly. But he was my toos and my nots, and I was gradually slipping down a slope of quiet obsession. It started innocently enough; too many Facebook messages, commenting on each and every post, wishing each other a good night. All that harlequin romantic garbage that I have come to accept as pure bulk. By the time I realized I was i

Well, it's that time of the year again. No, I'm not talking about something bathroom related, for those of you who read the tittle and have dirty minds ;) I have hit yet another roadblock in my writing. I simply cannot find inspiration in me to write more for any of my works in progress. (There's seven of them at least). I've been listening to music and wathcing movies and shows that normally inspire me, but no such luck...