Nano, what else?

You know Nano is getting to you when:

-writing a story about knitting is more interesting than actually knitting
-food is boring now, unless it promises to increase your word count
-you can listen to the same song 26 times and not notice
-the cat chewing on your foot is incentive to write more
-sleep has become a dim memory
-homework is alright, because it technically counts as words

Alright people, I need some help!

Pick a number between one and eight, then a number between one and sixty. Do it now, do it by yourself, or do it with a friend.

Journals

Interesting conversation going on right about now:

Who out there has another journal? I am the only one who only has one?

Am I the only one without a secret life?

Life

Two years.

Four months.

And nineteen days.

Gone.

I tried so fucking hard and it was completely fucking worthless.

I promised myself I was done, but like most other things, that turned out to be a lie.

I don't even know why I bothered in the first place.

Why did he have to go and do that? It's in the past Colleen, let it go, but I don't fucking want to.

I'm the most self centred person I know and I fucking hate it.