I know how to write stories that well, but as a writer, I can't make stories my first priority in life especially when I lost inspiration.
And that inspiration is my leg. Hah, I was just kidding with y'all.
So basically, the trip I was talking about at my last update was for really adventurous and outdoor people. I went to a sulfur pool, historical places, waterfalls and a gigantic mountain.
And as you should know, I'm very much of a indoor person. So that time, I climbed the rocky mountain and have to support some old people while climbing, and holy cow—I spent three hours doing that.
When I got back from that mountain climbing, I have to run towards our hotel room because it was really far. I was just exhausted as ever. Then I went to the swimming pool to find my mom, then saw them, and I was like:
"Maybe I should swim too."
I went back all the way to the hotel and went back to the pool. After so many hours of walking, running, galloping, kicking, swimming—I fell because my legs were hurting so bad.
