i'm so tacky

frances dorset has met jeffery gook and oh my. i can't stop writing characters much too similar to myself and i feel as though that lacks imagination and effort. could it even be narcissistic, having the effect of appearing that i have no interest in writing anything other than something involving myself? write what you know, but for fuck sake... i just feel like a lot of the things that i have been experiencing lately are worthy of being examined, and developing situations on a literary plane creates layers of involvement that you can chose to explore--or not. things are changing and it feels shitty as hell, but i'm confident in the fact that i'll pull myself up by the fucking boot straps. 

and just like that someone took a shit in my throat and i've lost all focus.