I realize that a lot of the stuff I write is creepy and sad

I realize that a lot of the stuff I write is creepy and sad ... at least for the most part.

But let's just say, except I have a really cool idea, something big motivates me or I'm super excited and can't wait to pen it all down, most of my writing is done when I'm in a weird mood.

I don't always think like this though. But I realized the other day, that CNN hardly ever publishes good news. So I figured this meant that people love to listen to bad news. Okay, in better words, bad news gets people's attention more than good news does. It evokes more emotions, makes them want to share the news, bla bla... I know you get it.

And sometimes, something sad happens that makes me really think, this was the case with blink.

Generally, if I don't feel like it's deep (can make you "hmnnnn"), is funny, has God at the center or is anything, fancy it'll probably end up being sad. Sad is easy; people can relate with it pretty easily. And for the most part I like easy.

E ma binu o ( that's how you say "don't be mad" in my language).

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