Well, it's been a rough few months and the only thing really working out is my writing. I've managed to write a good 60 pages in two week. 12,000 some words. I like it, it's going really well. Sadly, I've been pretty depressed otherwise. I've very much noticed that I'm quiet unknown to people I know, and my two best friends, well...they are playfully beating on each other, while I sit away in the corner typing. It's sad, because they are different from me, not much into reading, like I am. My friend Ben, the only thing keeping our friendship together is that were can relate to our Hell of pasts, and I don't want to be plain alone. I'm a nice guy, always trying to help, but it gets thrown back in my face. It's hard because Ben is like magic when it comes to dating and girls, me not so much. Yet the main character in my newest book can do it easily. He's very much what I would have liked to be when I started high school, same kind of back story him and I share, but he is what I would've preferred to be. Just really alone other here, always willing to talk.



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