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I am a General Fiction Writer
PrometheanMindset
18/Male/United States
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- To view pretty, pretty mudkips
- To show my artwork to the world
- To become a better artist
Last Visit: 1 week ago
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Well, I'm finally out of Football, and life seems infinitely brighter. No way in hell am I doing that again, it was weeks of agony. The relief I feel is literally palpable, but yet, I'm really out of the woods yet. You see, I've got this dreaded feeling of uneasiness, caused mostly by odd social interactions and this feeling that I am not quite myself. (Confusing)
Relationships are infinitely complex, and I'm really having a hard time adapting to all these different interactions and relationships and things that are going on. Even though I'm doing better, I'm still not at ease. Hopefully in the coming weeks I'll feel more relaxed, and write some more.
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And lo, there came the self-satisfied-- or was it self-pitying?-- rumble of the earth. It poured through her toes and filled the desperate silence of the night.
Yeah... I totally agree about the homework thing.
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~*Preppie loves you*~
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And lo, there came the self-satisfied-- or was it self-pitying?-- rumble of the earth. It poured through her toes and filled the desperate silence of the night.
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