24th September

I'm seriously pissed off right now.

And if I wasn't so tired I might use this blog to vent about my issues, but as it stands I'll keep myself cut short on the subject. Basically, I never seem to have time for anything. Between school, and homework, and writing, and parents bothering me, and animals (especially Magic, poor baby is bored witless half the time, and naughty as all hell when she has one of her moods. What a sweet puppy) and everything. The things I enjoy are having to take a back seat, but I don't want that. And then people have the nerve to tell me I'm anti-social, or they keep interrupting me whilst I'm trying to do something.

I'm like a ticking bomb. My parents don't understand that, nor does my sister, and I don't want to whine to my friends because that's just... not good. I just know that if people aren't careful they're going to push me over the edge.

I suppose, on one hand, I have written 1,000 words today. I promised myself I would. If I hadn't I would be extremely depressed.

Lines for today:

“Yes. Dee, I think I love you.” The words popped into the open air like bubbles, floating away from them almost as soon as they had been released. Medina found her heart in her throat, and a warm fire was beginning to grow in her chest. A warm shiver, and she still didn’t know what to say. Luckily, Ellette seemed bent on exposing her soul there and then, for all the world to see.