It was October, Thursday... 26-27 something of the sort. Ah there it is. The selfish person himself. All I wanted to do was eat my heart out, just filling myself up with Flaming' Hot Cheetos. It was the only thing that covered up my guilt, because it burnt my taste buds, yet it tastes so good. Maybe even addictive. It's like a sin I think, because it hurts, but it's feels good...right... yeah okay. My name is Marina. I'm in my second year of this dumb collage. I'm practically failing life. My parents always knew that being a artist wouldn't get me anywhere unless I was dead. I should have listened to their advice when they said "Oh you should be a technology person and create things like Apple! And Tesla!" And in the back of my mind I was thinking. Well that's dumb I want to be a part of NASA if not a artist. But guess what. I'm stuck with some dry Copics sprawled across my floor and crumpled up expensive Bristol paper that took half of my rent to buy. I'm practically broke, all I eat is grass with random spices and vegetables I grow out on my patio. And drinks... probably only rain water. Nothing like the great outdoors right? It's refreshing in a way to have no slaughterhouse work in my body. You know the human body isn't supposed to eat meat though? We were all supposed to only eat grains, veggies, and other nature seed products. I often lay awake at night thinking about what kind of sick person it would take to be like "I want to work at a slaughterhouse!" Then again. What if that was their only option... what it ran in the family and if you didn't carry it on, they would slaughter you... off topic but still. It makes you think right. My room is quite bland. It's tan, green, blue, and some random browns.
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Some sorta sadness it gives me. I talk to my plants for fun 🌱. My favorite band is Good Morning, if you listen to them, kudos to you because I don't know anyone else who does.
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my first ever bamboo plant. He is going through life just like me. Sad and waiting for nourishment. There is this man though. 6"6' Well kept black hair, somewhat presentable muscles and just the prettiest Korean face. His hands are twice the size of mine. Enough about that or I'll start daydreaming. Now me... not much I'll give you the basics. My hair goes a bit passed my chest. I have the worst eyes in the world, one is mono, the other is double. It's such a hassle to have to grab the top of my double eyelid every morning and fold it in so I have even lids. I'm saving up for a surgery though, cause then I can have two Double lids. Did I mention his name... it's Deion. He drives me mad in love. I miss him.
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How could I not miss him.
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Heyyy welcome to a new story. I just started writing. It's fun. I needed a way to get stress off of me so now you are getting a completely new story. Hope you all are excited! ( FridaJohn made this one for you, I dunno why just thought you would like it)
