I started writing a story yesterday. It was one of those random, spontaneous moments where I just had to get words to paper. I feel like publishing the first part but I know it needs editing. But I have to do chem right now... otherwise I could be finishing this story or going through music or going through my tumblr to help decorate my wall...
But who knows the silly people who read about my boring life (yes, that's you) may actually get to read it one day. :)
incapable of coherent thoughts, just misty swirls drifting though my mind, captured only by images, not words.
So what exactly happened? What did I miss?
Funny how you turn around for a while and then after you come back everything's different.
delusional. yeah. not connecting.
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