writing is hard and i hate it but i would be nothing without it because art is my life and i need it to survive or else i would crumble away 

today i met a boy named gabe, he's a friend of a friend, and he looked at me and told me what he noticed of me 

he speculated i had a 3.0 gpa and that my favorite subject was english, and he got that just by listening to me speak 

he looked stoned but he was really just tired 

do you ever just feel super fucking strange 

kinda sick for no reason and worried and jumpy 

is that just my anxiety or do people without anxiety feel that too

new fanfiction coming soon, i hope you'll love it, it's going up as soon as the cover is finished 

it's not all complete but updating it will give me something to do 

i'm 20% ahead in history and i'll probably be done by next week wow  

i have a new art blog on tumblr @ painpaint if you would like to find me there  

and i would like to say thank u for 15,000+ reads, it's very kind of you

i must announce my abandonment of this book once it hits chapter 100

don't worry, i'll make another one, but this one must be retired, as it is very old and wobbly and needs to go to a nursing home very soon since i, an important business woman, cannot find the time to take care of it in its old age 

good job kids, teamwork

thank