Oh gee.
It's November nineteenth and I haven't written even a thousand words yet. Time to give up. I'm writing a meltdown about Gabe now... So yeah... More like an interview-type-thing though. That's going pretty okay... Yup.
I'm fourteen now. What does that mean exactly?
"I'm eighteen now"
"I'm twenty-one now"
"Holy fucking god how can I be fifty years old?"
It's just a number. Really. My maths teacher last year was seventy years old and I couldn't tell that he was even over fifty or something like that. He looked good for his age.
I hated him with a passion. He took away my cool hat.
...
I'm going to find things to occupy my time with other than talking to myself on here, so don't worry, Clark...
It's November nineteenth and I haven't written even a thousand words yet. Time to give up. I'm writing a meltdown about Gabe now... So yeah... More like an interview-type-thing though. That's going pretty okay... Yup.
I'm fourteen now. What does that mean exactly?
"I'm eighteen now"
"I'm twenty-one now"
"Holy fucking god how can I be fifty years old?"
It's just a number. Really. My maths teacher last year was seventy years old and I couldn't tell that he was even over fifty or something like that. He looked good for his age.
I hated him with a passion. He took away my cool hat.
...
I'm going to find things to occupy my time with other than talking to myself on here, so don't worry, Clark...
