War With Conscience III

Me: It's hard being a writer. You keep imagining something is gonna happen or something is not gonna happen. I'm being paranoid.
Conscience: ...Mm-hmm. That's one big contribution to your insomnia problem.
Me: My imagination kills me. And this also applies in my love problem.
Conscience: I see. I thought so.
Me: I can't help but thinking that if this will be the case then it should be like this, it could be like this, it maybe like this... But when it comes to a happy imagination of me and him, it never comes true.
Conscience: ....you must mean God is full of surprise.
Me: No! It's more like a jinx! I CAN'T think of anything happy when it's about me and him! It will happen otherwise!
Conscience: Then you're saying that you'd better imagine all bad things when it's about you and him?
Me: ....That might work, but it will turn me into an emo.
Conscience: I know. Just stop imagining about him. Stop daydreaming. Stop thinking anything about him.
Me: How could I! That's what a girl in love does, whether she's a writer or not! It's just writer usually puts something like that to the extreme levels.
Conscience: ...have fun then.

War With Conscience I

Conscience: Hey. Why are you a writer?
Me: Because life is sucks? I'm working hard to make it looks better.
Conscience: So if life is no longer sucks, you'll stop writing?
Me: Errr..
Conscience: I think that's why God decided to keep your life stay that way.
Me: .... *mati gaya*

War With Conscience II

Me: So you're saying that I need to find another writing motivation?
Conscience: Possibly so.
Me: And you think to make writing as an impingement of my dull life is a wrong motive?
Conscience: Probably so.
Me: But even my current motivation is not strong enough to make me write a lot.
Conscience: Well, it's all in your head.
Me: So you think this somewhat wrong motivation is not the one to blame why I keep failing on my project?
Conscience: Maybe so.
Me: Do you realize how not helping you are?
Conscience: I am YOUR conscience, dear. As I said, it's all in YOUR head.