So, not like anyone reads my book, but ok!
If y'all are excited to have a great homecoming, my was great! Until my demons resurfaced. Ouch, that was hard. But, who am I kidding? It was still great! Mind going bezerk and all.
I have a new crush, from the last time I updated. Douche bag friend told him, and I'm not too pleased. Didn't ask this guy to Homecoming, but whatever. Don't really care 'bout that. The guy is nice and all, but I think I'm better off on my own.
My friends are probably thinking that I'm insane. Good Grief, by Bastille! I mean, with my slight bit of insanity, I get where they’re coming from. But, I’m ok. I’m getting better...
...or so I lead myself to believe. I don’t feel too good, but that’s fine. It doesn’t affect me that much. It’s just something ordinary in my life. I’ll be ok, hopefully. I may never fully heal, but I will get better. It may take weeks, months, maybe even years. But, in the end, I will start to heal. We all hope my condition gets better, but I’m starting to lose hope. I wish I could be ok, for once in my miserable life!
But, that can’t happen, can it? I mean, I like a guy. So what? It gives me a temporary high, that’s all. Makes me feel slightly better. But, barely. So, yeah.
That’s my life for ya. Hope to gain readers on my books, but that won’t happen. Oh well!
Oatmeal out!