or when your phone keeps buzzing.
there is nothing worse than being trapped in a room with two vastly uninteresting people, according to john green's first novel.
but i suppose he was wrong, because as i have been working today the buzzing of my phone has been enough to throw me over the edge. i just wanted to paint, just wanted to write, but that damn buzzing.
perhaps it wouldn't have bothered me so much if it was someone i was comfortable with, rather than some guy i hadn't talked to in nearly two years, or if he wasn't so freaking mundane.
nonetheless, i cannot keep myself from trying to respond, even if my responses are dull and insignificant.
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Smart Girl
Non-Fictionthoughts from the smart girl. //the journal of wren// //highest rank #2 in non fiction// //all names of real people interacted with here are altered from their original versions for privacy's sake//
