little things

I really don't know if anyone noticed I have been gone for 7 months, but I was completing my final year of school and I just finished exams, which meant that I had to put my passions on hold more most of the year, but I can't wait to get back on track with my writing. Thank you for your patience xoxo updates coming soon.

I LOVE The Mansion Like alot I wish there was a sequel

A new story is in the works. I am very excited for it! New summer project!

YOU GUYS DID IT! YOU REACHED THE GOALS! I CAN'T STOP SMILING! AHHHHHHHH Okay I will upload the bonus chapter shortly! I STILL CAN'T BELIEVE IT! Xx

C'mon guys 6 comments to go and you've reached all 3 goals! I'm almost ready to post! aghhhhh I'm so excited! xx

Not sure if anyone will see this... but if you do, get excited ~ I'm writing the bonus chapter for The Mansion RIGHT NOW! xoxo (I still won't post until there is 700 comments, but you have reached 100K reads and 3K votes! Thank you!)

I am sick of being in-over-my-head. 
          
          I am sick of drowning in school work and bullshit and family problems. I am sick of time slipping through my fingers and not making my own choices and having my voice silenced. I am sick of not living my life because of the shit I have to put first. What effect will this stupid geography assignment and English exam and psychology test and literature book have on my future job? Future partner? Future kids? Why am I crying at my desk covered in too many text books and stress over something that soon enough, won't even matter? Why can't I just reach the surface to breathe. I am not breathing. I am a 17 year old girl just trying to get an education to get into uni to get a degree that will lead me to a job that will let me actually let me make a difference, but instead I have the stress levels of a 40 year old single mum of 6. I should be young, living my life, experiencing what the world has to offer and achieving things that really matter. 2015 is finishing in 4 months and what have I done? Fuck all, that's what. Because I never get 2 seconds to breathe. I finish 1 thing, I get another 5. 
          
          I am sick of being in-over-my-head. Let me breathe.

I am so unbelievably petrified of what life is throwing at me right now. I am a failure. And walking around with a stamp on my head that says 'I hate myself' is the hardest feeling.

I've reached my run away stage again. I really don't want to go to school.

I'm so tired of being uninspired. I'm tired of letting you down.