This is. Um. Stream-of-conciousness, wrod spew.
Twilight, stream-of-conciousness, word spew.
Because I happen to be really, really fond of Jacob, and if you take Twilight seriously (which I try not to do more than once a week), he really got kicked in the ass.
Actually, it's been said before, but I think the Twilight series would be a fascinatining series if told from a more serious point-of view. I love me some mindless romance, but I also love anti-heros and angst and fucked-up horror stories. I wish we'd gotten that from Twilight instead.
Anyway, here you go. First person, Jacob angst. Be warned.
( It's not fair. It's never fair. )
Twilight, stream-of-conciousness, word spew.
Because I happen to be really, really fond of Jacob, and if you take Twilight seriously (which I try not to do more than once a week), he really got kicked in the ass.
Actually, it's been said before, but I think the Twilight series would be a fascinatining series if told from a more serious point-of view. I love me some mindless romance, but I also love anti-heros and angst and fucked-up horror stories. I wish we'd gotten that from Twilight instead.
Anyway, here you go. First person, Jacob angst. Be warned.
( It's not fair. It's never fair. )
- Location:Sitting Under the Bed
- Mood:
distressed - Music:Listening to the Parents Complain
