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  1. That "Wonderful" Time of Year Again

    aw man i'm sorry that sounds awful on a more poem based note the comparison between the days and how it affects you is neat!
  2. life tip don't try to pour sugar in your coffee if you're not good at pouring 

    too much will come out and it will not taste good


  3. NaNoWriMo

    i've actually done that!! like, it's not up for sale because i haven't selected any of the channels i want to sell it through, but i still have a copy of it for myself. it's sort of tedious to format, but i would recommended it if you've got the time! what's really fun is taking it out of the box and seeing your book as book, which kinda makes it all worth it.
  4. Characters!

    i'm procrastinating on test prep right now so have a list of the absolute fucking disasters!! that my nanowrimo characters this year are Cody: 15, sophomore in high school. has friends who keep a list of why he's a perfect all american boy. is not at all a perfect all american boy. cries in the bathroom at least twice, probably more. is he gay?? who knows??? doesn't let anyone tell him what to do, usually. there are exceptions. ummm what else... yeah i think that's about it for notable traits he has. Nicole: also 15, also a sophomore in high school. sort has a crush on cody, but it's confusing as hell. smart, has short hair and like three younger brothers. takes no shit from anyone. Hayden: way more of a salty asshole than i meant him to be and that's really all there is to say. and he kissed cody once. Val: plays soccer, wears a varsity jacket. and he wore a dress to the school dance because nicole said that he should. has a missing boyfriend and is upset about it. also his full name is valintin sanchini and it's honestly kind of the worst. Dez: so he was meant to be like... mystery incarnate or something, but now he's a ray of sunshine with mommy issues who dresses like a republican man who goes hunting for fun. i might post more excerpts if anyone's interested but i don't want to spam the forums y'know
  5. Characters!

    omfg yes that's great there's just something about the idea of unironic dabbing that gets me and i don't know why
  6. Characters!

    oh god this is great 'dabs unironically' i'm laughing thank you for this
  7. NaNoWriMo

    ooh good i'm not alone in doing this! i was ahead in my word count but now i'm sick and homework exists so who knows what's happening from here my story is a spin-off of the one i wrote last year... so it's got the same setting but different characters. well, it's supposed to have different characters but i keep adding cameos because NO SELF CONTROL.
  8. sloppy nanowrimo excerpt

    I run. I don’t know where I’m running, but I run anyway. Past my dorm, past Hayden’s dorm, past the elevators, down a flight of stairs. Tears are blurring my vision, but I keep on running, because I can’t do this anymore, I can’t and I don’t know what Nikki was about to tell me but I’m not ready for that either. I run until my chest is hollow and and tight at the same time. I run until no matter how much air I breathe it will never be enough. I run until I taste blood on my lip where I was biting it. I run until I can’t run anymore. When I stop, I collapse to the ground and lean against the nearest wall. I wipe my mouth, and my hand comes away sticky and red. My fingernails are digging into the palms of my hands so hard that I’m afraid they’re going to start bleeding, too, but also I don’t think I would care if they did. I think I’m shaking back and forth. I don’t really know, though. I’m crying too hard to know. I don’t even know where I am. Someone walks by me, I think. They don’t stop. I want to throw up. I can’t do this. Someone touches my shoulder. I think it’s Hayden, for a second, because of the dark hair, but then I realize, after wiping my eyes, that it’s a boy I don’t know. He has black hair, and he’s tall, but that’s all I can tell. And he’s wearing a green jacket. “Come on,” he says. “Let’s get you back.” I let him pull me up. My lip is still bleeding and I'm still crying and shaking too hard to stand on my own. The boy slips his arm around my waist. “Can you walk?” he asks. I don’t respond. I don't know how. The boy asks again. This time I manage to nod my head, just a little, and he pulls me closer to him and we take a step forward. Almost all of my weight is on him. I don't know who he is, but I find it hard to care. Someone’s here for me, even if not for very long, and that feels good.
  9. intro things :D

    woah the new site went up and i didn't notice! so, hey everybody! i don't know if any of you remember me, but i've been on here for maybe like a year and a half? that might be a total lie i don't remember. i mean i think that's what the site is telling me, but it also keep logging me out, and on top of that i can't do math in my head. anyway, hello, and hopefully i'll get to talk to you all later! ps i tried to post this days ago and nothing showed up so i'm sorry if i actually posted this multiple times
  10. Uncertain Friendship

    I sit here and watch you. Watch as you talk with your friends, laugh with your friends, about some inside joke that I have no hope of understanding without a lengthy explanation that you probably don't want to give. I watch you and wonder how it would have been if I hadn't left. Would I be part of your group, or would we have grown apart? Would I be there to talk to and laugh with? Or would I be just as lonely? I'm not very good at being social. I don't know if that's because I'm shy or if it's a skill I've lost, but making friends is hard. Awkward. Everywhere I go, I feel like an outsider, unless it's just you and me. Do you feel the same way I do, when I talk about my other 'friends'? Sometimes I want to make you feel jealous, but then I feel guilty. You do it to me, though. Without meaning to, I hope, but then I wonder. Do you ever get tired of me? Am I just an obligation, someone you talk to just because you have to? Or is it something you actually enjoy? Maybe this is my fault. I'm weird. I don't dress like you, or your friends. Maybe you're worried that your friends will think I'm strange. Maybe you're embarrassed by me. Or maybe I'm just too insecure. The thing is, if you're gone I have no one left. No one to talk to, to laugh with. No one who I'll be certain actually cares. The boy to your left, I've forgotten his name, gestures and you laugh. Even if I tried I couldn't break that group. I wouldn't try, anyway. I don't want to be clingy, like that one girl you always talk about. You should have other friends. So should I, even if I don't. You stand now. Walk back to me. Smile. Laugh. My worries may not be gone, but I can't see them anymore. For now, you're here, and that's all that matters.