I have always been writing for as long as I can remember. I wrote my first novel- a one-hundred and eighty computer sheet Harry Potter rip-off- in elementary school; then I wrote three more in middle school in the vein of Sarah Dessen. Then I just stopped. 

I think the toughest thing about writing is that a lot of teenagers do it, and it is absolutely terrible. Every teenager who writes is terrible. It’s all melodramatic or obsessed with death. No matter how much I love writing, I will never finish anything because I know that it is probably as bad all of the other teenagers planning to be the next big thing.

But I am always surprised if I do something well. I got the second highest scholarship for a writing course over the summer which covers over half of the tuition to the school. I am a little excited. I’m hoping I will get a much-needed boost to start writing again.

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I love this movie so much. 

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I can’t believe my movie is officially over. I have to wait six months to make another.

I am genuinely happy right now.

I just got back from my film’s premier, and we managed to get 8 out of the 9 possibly nominations this year. But that stuff doesn’t matter.

I have never been so happy in my entire life. I’ve said this so many times before, but it was something else. You are sitting in an auditorium, watching a movie you literally slaved over for five months. I have cried over this movie so many times. I was so stressed about its idea. I was convinced it had been a sad, fruitless effort. I sat there among people who were just seeing this movie for the first time, and it was surreal. People were laughing at jokes that I had heard a thousand times. They were seeing things that baffled me as I put them together in the editing room. Then it was just done. People came up to me saying how good the movie came out, and it was the most humbling experience of my life- ironically. It wasn’t my movie. It was my crew’s movie. I made this with a group of people I hardly even know, and it’s out there. It’s done. 

Nominations were sweet, but just knowing I made something that I loved whole-heartedly. Nothing can beat that. I was light-headed and crying the moment it finished. Not to sound mawkish, but the whole experience is just over. We did it. We succeeded. It wasn’t some false moment of happiness, but real sincere happiness that I felt. 

I would kill to feel this for the rest of my life.

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See you in a month, Marls.

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He was lovely.

"I cry a lot because I miss people. They die and I can’t stop them. They leave me and I love them more."

Maurice Sendak  (via milkymoon)

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Maurice, I love you so much. I can’t put into words how sad I am today to know you’re gone. You wrote the first book I ever loved and read as a child. As a four year old, I could recite “Where the Wild Things Are” by heart. You gave me books, and now as a prospective English Major, you have made the greatest impact on my life. I used to check out all of your books- every single one of them- as a child. Today, you’re one of the few people I genuinely revere. Your eccentricities validated my own. You had a poetic life. You were fascinating.

I’ve never experienced death to anyone in my life, but here I am crying over you. I never knew you, but I know I owe everything to you. I loved you so much. 

You meant everything to me. I will miss you for the rest of my life.

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