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2024. Going anywhere inside my little world. |
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I wrote a story back in High School about rumors and gossip and one girl's revenge on those who spread them about her.. She found out she could ask for things to happen, asking in a certain way, and they would. She made this one boy who always said mean things to her very clumsy. So clumsy he got kicked off the football team. One girl that was mean ended up with neon green hair that she couldn't get rid of. She asked to meet her favorite pop singer and her favorite TV star; while they were all out to lunch together she made them fight over her. In the end though her best friend convinced her that what she could do would be dangerous in the wrong hands. She ask to be able to show the government what she can do. They lock her in a facility to study her/. I shouldn't have ended iit the way I did but I had her get so depressed in the facility that she finally asks to die. I had been a depressed and troubled teen then and a lot of kids were mean to me. Something about me: When I was in High School they still played "step on a crack you love (insert my name here)" in my elementary school. Some of the kids didn't even know who I was. I used to walk past my elementary school on the way home from High School. When I asked them who that was, they described a girl with ratty hair whose face was covered in warts and boils. I used to say that it didn't bother me. Who else did you know in HS that was still talked about in their elementary? Truth was that it was very hurtful. Terry has been in better spirits today. She has been trying not to bother me too much. Truth be told, she doesn't bother me any more now than she did before she broke her arm. I'm hoping she keeps up this consideration for me when she is better. Pulled out "Rage of Envy Rewrite Project"  today and was paging through it. I scratched a few notes and was going to start the rewrite but I felt a little overwhelmed at the enormity of it all. I don't know why I even try writing novels. I can't even write a short story that is the right length. They always end up too short. I have short stories that are finished that I plan to rewrite and tweak into an anthology I have planned. Maybe I should find them and do that. I just don't know......I scratched notes and a prompt idea today too. I want to do some serious writing but I don't know what to write or work on. It feels like everything is so unorganized I bought some command hooks to hang up my pictures and things in my room but some of it I'm not going to be able to reach. Plus I read the instructions on the hooks and there is no way I am doing all of that. I keep saying to myself I need help but then I ask what I would do if i lived in my own place. I would have to do it myself. Of course, if it was my own place I'd be putting nails in the walls...... This is home and is going to remain home even if it doesn't feel like my home. I don't have my own place, but I do have (mostly) my own space. Life is still just okay....... |
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Love it! I hope "Kristy Parkers" is revived and publishes very soon!
It's probably cheaper to just buy regular stamps and use a piece of paper and envelope to send the stuff instead of buying a postcard. 
