Welp, I'm bored, so I'm just going to talk about my old cringe-worthy middle school self (I'm a high schooler now) and some other stuff.

I used to think I was an edge lord. To be honest, I look back on those years and cringe. Even the start of this random book sounds a bit dark. My old one... *shudders* so help me.

My first ACTUAL fanfic was written when I didn't actually know what fanfiction was (twoish years ago?). I rewrote the Harry Potter series through my characters eyes basically, and almost considered publishing it to wattpad, but I stopped myself. Boy, am I glad for that.

You know that series I had up once? The Seventeen series? Oof, that is utter buckets of cringe. I have no idea why I tried to make the writing better by publishing a rewrite — the plot was just such a mess.

If I'm being honest, most of us were cringe-worthy, attention hungry, and horrible people in middle school. I always say that people have changed as we transitioned from middle school to high school, in a good way of course, and I say that "middle school was what taught us how to be terrible people." Hey, at least we redeemed ourselves. There's a few people who still haven't changed throughout the years, but many of the people that were mean to me don't even notice me anymore.

Oh, I have a story. So I'm taking a painting class for my art credit, yeah? Our art teacher is kind of... not mean, per say, but uptight is kind of the way to express it. She expects a lot out of us, but it's a beginning painting class. Today, though, I was so confused and on the boarder of asking who my teacher was and what she had done with her old self — she stopped by my table twice to compliment me on what I was doing. She used the word gorgeous, too, and I was like "woah thanks." It was just so bizarre and out of the blue because my table is just full of the quiet kids who don't cause any trouble and she doesn't usually bat an eye at us because she knows we'll behave. No clue.

I guess that's enough for now. :)