My version

I may have a problem. I don't necessarily find it too atrocious, but explaining it will make me look like a horrible person. I'm extremely elitist when it comes to writing. To the point where even the "greats" of literature aren't so great. I can't read someone else's writing without feeling a twinge of contempt. I inevitably feel like my writing is heartier, more packed with emotion, and filled with my character. I scrutinize every flaw in others' writing even when it is light years ahead of my own. I honestly can't find value in the writing of my peers. I try, and only come out with criticism. This is the reason that I hate correcting their papers, or even reading stories that I feel I could portray better. I don't want to have to tell them that their masterpieces are shit. Of course I'm not referring to any specific incident. I know I sound like an ass, but this is something I just CAN'T help. I feel like I'm free to reveal these sorts of things in a blog. Don't hate me for it.

On another note, I have my own story to tell. It's short because i think it fits best. There are times when pages are appropriate and times when a paragraph tells it all. Don't criticize me or I'll cry.


I always knew there was more than sex involved in their relationship. To the outsider, it looked as though it was simply a pleasure relationship. They were friends first. He liked her and she was preoccupied. She liked him and he had moved on emotionally. But they were still friends. Friends who liked to have sex. She taught him how, he liked it. No condoms needed. Inevitably, there came a point when she wanted more than sex in their friendship. Fuck buddies was no longer an option. She couldn't hurt herself any longer by suppressing her emotion that came too late, and she was forced to tell him what had to be done. She did it, and she cried. She felt relieved, wanted someone new. Someone like Blake, Josh and Dave combined. And so it ended between the two and began the stage of awkwardness. The awkwardness died down; they were able to talk again. They would never be the same as before, but a new type of friendship was formed. They even laughed at the dinner table together. But she had eyes for a new man. He was a mix of Blake, Josh and Dave.

To be continued...
(not really)