Censorship.

I'm having a hard time keeping death out of my writing for Non-Fiction and even for the NeoVox article. I want to expand from the whole woe-is-me-I-lost-my-best-friend-and-2-grandfathers-oh-boo-hoo aspect into other parts of my life. But I can't seem to find anything interesting. I got a B on my first Non-Fiction essay (and I wrote it while drunk), but I thought it was crap. I can't write well about things from my past that doesn't deal with the death of someone. It all seems so trivial compared to losing people that I loved most in the world. I don't see the point in writing about childhood friendships and "Winning and Losing" and the weather. They don't shape our lives as much as death. They didn't shape my life as much as death, at least.

Fuck you, pig.