"dear all those who feel like giving up: i guess this should be the part filled with an admirable quote, or a riveting opening line, but i seem to not have any on hand. so i'll cut to the chase." or a letter written in grade eight, for all the people who feel like giving up.
just short stories and fledgling ideas that we may get back to someday, but not today. //ss.
Nelly's boyfriend's (sorry, her ex-boyfriend's) life changed for the week he spent in his hometown, his soul moved by the holiday magic, or whatever. And while that's all wonderful for him for him, Nelly can't help but feel like she got the short end of the stick, because of course, said boyfriend finding his roots...
"from the beginning, to infinity." or me slapping down words on paper when i feel something and pretending i had an objective, all while using too many curse words. //ran. will sporadically update. very excessive use of expletives. © garggie.