So much to say. So little space to write. So little time. No clue where to start. Mind racing! Feet soaring! Heart pounding! What is this feeling? I think it's love. Yet how can I can be in love when I feel so much grief and pain? I can't. So this mustn't be love I feel. There must be some other, more logical, explanation. What else could it be? Could I be sick? Yes! That must be it. I mean, my head is fuzzy, my judgment is clouded, and my face is a constant blush even though the rest of my body is covered in goosebumps. I don't like this. Or do I? Great. I can't even make a simple decision. Okay, it's official. I'm sick, lovesick. I am in love with my best friend and I can only dream that he feels the same as me.
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Writing On My Mind
Teen FictionThis is just a collaboration of different stories and narations I've written. This is NOT a book. The mood's vary from happy, to depressing, to deep thoughts. I hope to read your comments and ideas on how I can better my writing.
