I DON'T KNOW ANYMORE D:

I don't know what to do anymore. I don't know if I should continue with my novel or even continue writing anymore. It's not fun. Not. Fun.

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Well hello to you too. o-o

XD But seriously, guys. The temptation was too strong. You know. It's hard to resist when you're pretty much tearing your brains out and then there it is...your blog...all you have to do is write a little angst-y post and the steam would be gone...

Meh. T_T I'm like, whatever, what have I to lose?

(Maybe my dreams. And my sanity. And your sanity as well, but that's less significant. :I)

I have no idea what I should be doing for summer =.= I have no drive to continue my novel, I'm not sure if I should push with my other book idea, I don't have the resources to start animating or create flash games, my brother and I don't have a website (nor a business), and my singing and drawing stuff isn't really successful either.

I just want to crawl up with a big tub of ice cream and a gigantic pile of books. ; ^ ; I mean, that's how I'd like to spend it anyway.

I wish someone would find me a job that I'd be happy to do. Everyday. I'll be like, "WOOHOO~ CAN'T WAIT TO GO TO WORK TODAAAAY~"

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T_T Okay. That is not me. I'm more like..."I'm going to work. Yippee. [Sarcasm may or may not be detected here, depending on my current mood]"

Somebody find me a job that involves some writing, some drawing, some music, some people ('cause I love people o-o), some creativity, some fun facts and stuff, no time pressure, and no nagging boss. There. I'll be happy there.

What I really like doing is reading, but I can't really make it as a book critic since I'm one of the least critical people I know. I also like making people laugh, but that's pretty dead too because my sense of humor is as dead as your goldfish. That's right. My sense of humor and your old pet are down in sludge water. (ACCEPT IT AND IT WILL HURT LESS D:<)

;_____; Well then. My rant is kind of over, I guess. I'll come back some time soon with something a little funnier and worthwhile. And less depressing, probably. Like continuing my weirdo story so you can continue drooling over your weirdo crush .__.

I guess I better stick to writing right now...probably...

I'll probably regret writing this when I'm back to my old, mellow, carefree logical self (pffft. as i've ever been logical.) and I'd be yelling "DUDE WHAT THE HEY. WHY'RE YOU SO EMO. IF YOU HADN'T QUIT WRITING I WOULD'VE BEEN A BESTSELLING-"

DUDE I'M SORRY. Future Me, this is like the fourth time I've apologized to you. >:I Cut me some slaaaack.

(WAIT NO NOT THAT MUCH YOU'RE GONNA RUIN THE WHOLE SANDWICH DDD:)

Whatever. ;3; I'll be back. Sometime...later...

Sigh.

Peace out. -_-