Day Fail (Post fail, as well, but not if you don't read my blog)

What the title means to say is:
This is not posted on the right day, nor is it 'original' original.
But you wouldn't know the latter if you don't follow my blog.
In any case, it's edited.


Oh please. I'm very busy, don't waste my time.
Who're you trying to fool here anyway?
You say we learn from from your mistakes, as though an untoucheable calm rushes over us after the storm and gusts the clouds away. You say we better ourselves by learning from love.
Pish. Pish, I say. And ridiculous.
Love is ridiculous. It's overrated and underrated and all in all, far too present in our lives, in our words and thoughts and dreams. All of it is rated when in fact it shouldn't be at all. Happiness and all those warm feelings that come along with love. All they manage to do is mess with your head and all you can feel is warmth. And all you can think about are butterflies and how great the sun feels on your cheeks, how discreetly that water trickles past, how soft the breeze has always blown but only been appreciated until now.
Love makes you nothing but weak. and dependant. and blind.
You can't write when you're in love. You think you can because you think you can do anything. That's your first mistake. And when you're a writer, it is the only one that counts: You can't do anything. You're high, my friend. High on this happiness, high on the attention and giddiness.

But you can't skip on clouds any more than I can.

And you definitely cannot write better than I can. You think you can but you can't. In fact, you're a horrible, horrible writer. Your now cliche words, once poetic and meaningful, bursting with wit and dripping with charm, fall just as flat as you've convinced yourself you'll never be again. And your writing is, just like that, horrible. And disappointing. And unoriginal. And bland. And you're weak. You're just weak.

There's a reason the tragedies are Shakespeare's bests.
We don't actually want Ophelia to live.
Not really.
Everytime we read it, watch it, perform it,
we all, collectively, kill her.