I'm doing a thirty day writing challenge, join me, won't you?

•Guidelines, dear, not rules.•

Remember, thirty days. Do one each day, doesn't matter if you start in the middle of the month, just continue it for thirty days straight in a row and consider yourself a winner for sticking with it until the end.

Use the prompt provided for each day. You can play on the theme or use it for what it's worth, I don't care. Just do one every day.

There is no word limit generally, but some prompts have a word minimum/limit.

There are generally no rules, it's just, do one every day and you're good in my books.

I don't have books.

Make a blog each day and tag it idontneedwords so I can read through them. Happy spamming everyone. I'm sorry in advance. Sorry, not sorry.

Link back to this post so people know what the heck you're talking about.

If you're joining, please comment.

So...yeah...JOIN BECAUSE I'M LONELY. SO LONELY.

•need inspiration? got milk? no? okay...•

Day one: the start is also the end.

Day two: there was no us, there is no me.

Day three:  the band aid wasn't enough to patch up our wounds, but we still shared.

Day three: there were rumors, rumors that no one believed, but loved to tell.

Day four: what goes around, comes around, and the flu sure does show up often.

Day five: how do you confess? you go up the person and shout "I'M DESPERATE, GO OUT WITH ME!", right?

Day six: describe love in less than six words.

Day seven: i'd say purple is the saddest color in the world.

Day eight: the world is over, the game is finished; go outside for once, won't you?

Day nine: the thrill of the silver blade is a secret kept amongst those who are lucky enough to stumble upon it.

Day ten: before the world ends, remember, you owe me twenty bucks.

Day eleven: a grain of rice is all you're worth.

Day twelve: coffee is addicting, no .

Day thirteen: insulting you is the way I show my love...kind of.

Day fourteen: Valentine's Day is stupid because nobody loves you the rest of the year anyway.

Day fifteen: gray and grey are practically the same thing, except there's a difference, you're just too dumb to notice it.

Day sixteen: those little flurries of snow tells me it's winter again.

Day seventeen: not all the time, just sometimes, yeah?

Day eighteen: do you ever question your existence and how you spell eight? it doesn't seem right either way.

Day nineteen: you're old, I'm old, we're all old, deal with it.

Day twenty: remember, your friends are sometimes s, so don't trust them with everything.

Day twenty-one: there's being lazy and there's being me. not much of a difference, really.

Day twenty-two: remember when I told you I liked sports and whatnot? That's complete bull.

Day twenty-three: the way the world laughs at me makes me want to laugh at myself too, for being such a pathetic human being.

Day twenty-four: it's not you, it's not me, it's not anybody, really. not all keys open the same lock.

Day twenty-five: we laugh, we cry, I still hate you at the end of the day, so it's okay.

Day twenty-six:  i'm okay, honestly--that's a lie, too.

Day twenty-seven: a flower withers in the cold, you wither in the rays of sunlight.

Day twenty-eight: smoke stains.

Day twenty-nine: turning in reports at the last minute--you're still like that, aren't you?

Day thirty: the end is the beginning of something new.

:)

There's a nice mixture of angst and insults in there. I feel accomplished.