Swapped

Chapter 6

Hey guys...

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Let me begin by apologizing. Okay. I know. It's horrible. I keep apologizing but things don't change. This time they will, though! I promise promise promise.

I am going through a rough time in my life, hence the sporadic, well, almost non existent updates. But I will be updating more regularly now. The realistic thing for me to do, is to say that I will update about every 2 weeks.

When saying "about every 2 weeks" I mean that I will not set my self  an official deadline, but more a 'loose' requirement. I'm not saying it will be exactly 14 days, sometimes they may be only 9 days, but maybe even 17 days. Get what I'm referring to?

I know you are now thinking: "It's a frickin' chapter. How hard can that be to write?"

And you're right. It's not that hard. But if I want to keep it at a what I consider relatively good quality and content, then it requires a lot more planning and work than one would expect. 

Thank you for all of you readers that keep reading and for all of you that didn't leave. I really appreciate it.

This chapter is dedicated to all of you bookworms that are still there!♡

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Chapter 6

The next morning I woke up at 05.49 am. Great. I put down my phone and tried to go back to sleep, but I really didn't feel it.

I don't want to get up. But I want my laptop.

Relentingly I got up and staggered across the room to my desk. I unplugged the charger from my laptop and brought it back with me to my bed.

Ahh how nice, warm and absolutely safe I felt all toasty and snuggled up under my blankets.

I'm probably not going to feel this for quite some time now.

No. No negative thoughts now. It's too late to back out. I want this, and I'm going to do this.

I turned on my laptop and typed in my password.

Ugh, how long does it take to log in?!

Even though I did this process every day I got annoyed with it. Every. Time.

I'm still going to miss you. Very. Much.

My thoughts were directed to my laptop. It felt so weird. Lying there. Waiting for my laptop to log in.

Everything was so calm, but I knew that I had an adventure ahead of me. It didn't seem like it though. It seemed like any other boring day, for the exception that it was, now, 05.52 am.

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How the fuck do I apply this correctly. I don't want to be recognised, but I also don't want to be unrecognisably ugly in comparison to before. Just different.

This was harder than I thought for it to be. But I would make it.

How that sounded! As if it was some kind of huge task or adventure. The real adventure was ahead. Not on my head.

I took the color appliant or brush or whatever it was called and mixed the solutions I had just ever so carefully poured into the plastic bowl.

The stench was weird and so was the color, but oh well.

I applied some vaseline around my forehead, the side and nape of the neck, just after where my hairline ended, to not get any color onto my bare skin.