here's the tea. i wish my writing was good enough to BE something. like possibly make a career out of it. don't know how I'd do that, don't know if I'd wanna do that, but it's always been an idea, a shadow of a dream, and i wish it was a good enough skill to where I could make something from it. but oh well. welcome to the mediocracy of my life: a mediocre girl in a mediocre town in a mediocre state living a better-than-mediocre-but-sometimes-still-rough life. i have a crap ton of good experiences even tho I have the bad too and the goods what matters.
lol ps not trying to brag but I made it one whole day and a half into the new year before I cried... tears came out on January 2, 2020 but they didn't come on January 1, 2020, and that is what matters.
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Excerpts From Books that I'll Never Write
Teen FictionJust a book full of wanna-be stories :) except if you skip to 101 or 102 it's just me complaining because I'm a mess and no one reads this. it basically sucks. The feeling explode on excerpt #102, I strongly suggest starting there.
