Language is a barrier. It's frustrating that I can't share my stories exactly how I see them.

I wish I could just cut off my head and put it down (like a dullahan) so I could stop this surge of stories I keep thinking up but no one in my conservative ass of a surroundings really gets or appreciates. But I'm done playing think-n-forget. I'll vent my stories here curtly or I'd never finish a novel (as usual me), so excuse me for any lack of spice or humor. 

Oh and did I mention? Tragedy is my forte. It is because I am so sweet a girl that am I such sinister a writer.