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That ^ is me, slamming my face down onto the computer. No joke. I mean why would I? My nose hurts and everything.
Last night I hung out with Chris and David, and it was fun. But then I got sad.
I came home and wallowed in self pity (Over what you may ask? Well, I ask myself the same thing) and cried, repeating the few bad things that happened in my life so far, and about how I don't know if I'll ever make it in the real world as a writer.
Typical sulky writer, huh?
I don't know what today holds; it's dreary and dark, and right now I don't even want to get dressed.
That ^ is me, slamming my face down onto the computer. No joke. I mean why would I? My nose hurts and everything.
Last night I hung out with Chris and David, and it was fun. But then I got sad.
I came home and wallowed in self pity (Over what you may ask? Well, I ask myself the same thing) and cried, repeating the few bad things that happened in my life so far, and about how I don't know if I'll ever make it in the real world as a writer.
Typical sulky writer, huh?
I don't know what today holds; it's dreary and dark, and right now I don't even want to get dressed.