The Wandering Mind

The Wandering Mind

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So here's the catch: since I've been slacking off with my supposed-book chapters, depression's been kicking me right in the ass. "Can I really put into words the awesome scenes in my mind?" "Do I have the skills to carry on with what I've started?" "Am I really cut out for this shit?" Oh questions, questions, questions...how frustrating you all are. I tried asking my fellow writer-slash-main bitch what to do and how to deal with the lack of progress and motivation. What she gave me was only one word: WRITE! And I was like a fish gapping for air--the air that was filled with all the common sense in the world, or atleast a spec of dust to let my mind grasp on that advice. For months I carried the burden of my writer mind's silence, and it was only when the year changed that I had took that advice; and mind you it came unconsciously. The results? Well you'll have to flip through these pages to see for yourselves. XOXO -LoraLaine
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* Warning!: Small sexual and emotional abuse content* I huffed as I lay on my bed. Wanting to cry and scream, but feel numb at the same time. Keeping all my feelings in is not a great experience to have. I roll around hoping to find some comfortable position I can lay to think about this fully. I like him, but I shouldn't like him, but I wish I can be with him. That has been the story of my life for the past four years. I lay in my bed for a while. At this point, I can't keep this all in anymore. People always say to write your thoughts down, right? I got up, collected my keys and bag, and head out to the nearest store that sold cute journals. Once I found a journal that had "Say Something" on a grey cover I bought it along with a pack of pens and quickly went home. I was about to write the problems I was having now first, then decided against it and started all the way from the beginning when I first met him... ~~~ Part One in the Boys series. The first half of the book has very short chapters, but they get longer in the end.

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