Well, I'm back. I mean, I'm still being this weird, happy person, but I'm feeling a little more like myself, too XD
My writing style has gone extremely south lately. I used to be fun to read, I think. I used to say things in creative ways that would make me chuckle. I used to feel like words were my best weapon, my own little minions to express exactly what I wished.
I don't feel that way anymore, and it really bothers me.
What happened to the girl who said at least mildly interesting things like:
"School is killing me. Or more like hacking me to death with a bloody ax." (October 11: "...Hi."
"FIRST AND A HALF (because 'second' sounds too late)!" (September 8: Imagination and Irritation)
"Just keep me in your thoughts...and hopefully tonight will keep itself in my thoughts, too..." (August 15: My Life, the Psycho Mystery Story?!)
What happened to the girl who said she liked the moon better than the sun?
What happened to the girl who found out that blue inspired creativity and thus painted her room that color?
What happened to the girl who convinced her grandpa that she drank lemon juice for snack?
What happened to the girl who planned to read "Paradise Lost" over Christmas break?
Whatever. I'm too tired to work on this any more. And it's not even yesterday anymore. It's 12:02. So, I missed Friday anyway. Fail.
*sigh* Sorry. Never mind.