/lit/ - Literature

>>12512149
I took it very seriously, like there was some idea there that needed to be put down, and it needed to have some message at the end. I was in a sort of schizophrenic fit. The two sides were being written together. The voices dictating my thoughts on the matter were extremes of personality. It seemed like the left was a really drunk guy at a music festival while the right was some old, whiny English teacher.
Looking back, the handwriting freaked me out because they're completely different. The left has marks everywhere and is messy, while the right side is "neat" and tiny. I can barely emulate it if I tried.
>>12512308
I still write at least once a week. Here it is. Pardon the terrible handwriting.
The top reads, "I have more to write about. I felt too loose outside. It was humid hot. I'm sweating through my hands on this paper. Remember the rest, ground yourself, fool. So after that girl dropped the food, 2 other people felt bad after she left and they cleaned up a bit for her. It's like 2 modes, inside is refined, cold, neat on my skin and now I'm here, dilute myself, green spots. Marching band went by, he could put on his shoes and we can go, maybe I will. We are arbiters of free will, we should go, where was I going"

>>12512149
I took it very seriously, like there was some idea there that needed to be put down, and it needed to have some message at the end. I was in a sort of schizophrenic fit. The two sides were being written together. The voices dictating my thoughts on the matter were extremes of personality. It seemed like the left was a really drunk guy at a music festival while the right was some old, whiny English teacher.
Looking back, the handwriting freaked me out because they're completely different. The left has marks everywhere and is messy, while the right side is "neat" and tiny. I can barely emulate it if I tried.
>>12512308
I still write at least once a week. Here it is. Pardon the terrible handwriting.
The top reads, "I have more to write about. I felt too loose outside. It was humid hot. I'm sweating through my hands on this paper. Remember the rest, ground yourself, fool. So after that girl dropped the food, 2 other people felt bad after she left and they cleaned up a bit for her. It's like 2 modes, inside is refined, cold, neat on my skin and now I'm here, dilute myself, green spots. Marching band went by, he could put on his shoes and we can go, maybe I will. We are arbiters of free will, we should go, where was I going"