Journal Entry
December 29th, 11:39 PM
I suck at scripting.
I really do. No doubt about it.
I practiced for almost fifteen hours! Fifteen fucking hours! If you combined every minute I've ever studied in my whole life, it wouldn't amount to that much!
I've been trying everything. I can't guard my mind, I can't script at all, I can't read subconscious thoughts, I can barely delve, I can't be an Author to save Flora Malarkey's life!
Wake up call is tomorrow at six. So I'll probably sleep about, oh, zero hours.
I am literally so stressed out right now. Every time I close my eyes, I see Alex's mom strapped to that freaking chair, screaming. And then I start hyperventilating until I calm down, just to close my eyes and do it all over again.
My fingers are shaking right now.
I wonder why our fingers shake when we're afraid. Is it because they're itching to move? I think our legs shake because we want to run but...
My legs are shaking too.
I'm hungry. What was the last thing I ate? I think it was a sandwich. No, wait. That was the sandwich Shakespeare scripted me to make her. I didn't actually eat anything today.
Maybe that's why my stomach is churning.
The snow is beautiful, but I can't seem to look at it without crying. It's been snowing a lot lately, but a lot of it just melts when it hits the ground.
Why is it that some snow melts when it hits the ground but some doesn't? Does the snow that melts cool down the ground so the other flakes can live?
It's funny how a single snowflake can be so beautiful and when it combines with others, it makes the whole world look beautiful.
It's like a blanket, covering up the horrors underneath.
Snow covering a corrupt world.
When did humans start hating each other; were there always bad people in the world?
Did it always snow in America?
Does it only snow around me?
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