I started writing a story the other day. I figured since these past few months have been eventful and fucked up yet also happy that I could use my own life experiences, turn it into some sort of melodramatic, adolescent novel. With a few name changes here and there of course. Lauren Conrad and Nicole Richie did it, why can't I? Turns out writing it all down was a lot harder than I imagined. It's all too fresh still and if I write it down then I'm forced to face what has actually happened. I still haven't wrapped my head around it all and the drama still lives on. The novel will have to wait. At least until I come to some sort of conclusion.
7 days until applications are due. Still nothing. Shit.
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