Quite an ambiguous title for a journal, eh?
Couldnt think of anything witty.
So vague and open to interpretation was the next best thing.

I scrapped my last attempt at a series of works, sticking to random bouts of inspiration instead.

Thinking bout starting a new name on here.

fresh start, all that shit.

Peace.

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***EDIT*** I created the new profile. My new name is ~I-Am-Zem
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Working on a series. Called:

SCARS: The assorted memoirs of an average teenager.

Expect the first when i finish writing it.


Peace.

So I thought it might be prudent to update my journal.
I doubt any of you care about my emotional status, so I'll leave that for the people i push it on irl.

I have tons of poems and songs to upload.

One of them is up..... NOW.

Nothing like a destructive relationship to
release the creative juices, right?

More scheisse poetry coming up.

(that was, of course, my attempt at swearing in german. babelfish pisses me off when it gives me characters that i can't type on my keyboard.)

I decided...

"Fuck it"

And brought back this account.

I hacked away my old watch list, and if you got this in your inbox....

It means I've kept you.

Most because I talk to you, one just because of nostalgia.
Bonus points if anyone can guess who I'm talking about.
One whole internets to the person if they guess themself and are right.

I've started writing emo poetry again.
Thats why I'm back.

I've also got some prose ideas going.
But if you know me, you know how far that will get

So....

Yeah.

Expect some depressing shit.

Expect the start of prose.

Expect the same old me.


If you're new to the program:
I'm Zack.
I write Emoetry.
If you don't like that...
Suck it.
And hit the Back button.