Angst. I can't believe she said I was angsty. I mean, really, just because I write overly descriptive text in my little black book, doesn't mean I'm pent up teenage angst.

hehehe, that's pretty funny.
Anyways, an example. Tell me if you'd agree on the Tagboard
My day was drenched in gloom.
The sky was a neverending grey, drab and dull. In my frame of mind, all I could do was think in metaphors.

The sky hadn't cleared up since morning. The grey only became lighter, but a blue sky was nonexistant.

Heavily inspired by Max Payne, I find myself writing this stuff every once in a while. Adding a bleak twist to the day, it helps me let things out. I don't think it's that angsty.

Oh well. Carrie asked me to write an "angsty story" for her. I've already gotten it all figured out.
>:)
eeeevil.

Anyways, gotta go.