January 28, 2013
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If someone told me last year that by January 2013 I would be where I am right now, I’m pretty sure I would not have believed that. Maybe the part about living at home and being miserable with my parents, but nothing else. It’s strange how time passes.
I need to continue to write on the weekends. Part of the deal is writing two paragraphs a day, including Saturday and Sunday. I can’t stop just because I don’t have any idea what to write. Maybe I’ll make the weekend the time where I free-write. On here. That’ll be interesting. My free-writing is a lot like the blog already is: disjointed, random thoughts that pretty much revolve around my inability to become a functioning member of society and my lack of love life. It’s really the only things I think about. It’s pathetic really, how my life just stays close to me and anything else that exists around me I don’t particular give much thought to. Unless you’re a boy that I find attractive enough to include in the fantasy world I choose to live in. “Sometimes fantasy is better than reality…” Sometimes? When is reality better than anything I’ve concocted in my own mind?
Well, since I still have leftover punishment from last weekend from not writing, I’ll try my hand at a flash fiction piece. Under five hundred words and only an hour to write and edit. Here I go.
