I hate me.

This is f*cking hard.

I'm having to sacrifice my standards for meeting my page count and I'm pissed.

To those of you who want to do a senior project that involves writing, here is a warning:
DO NOT COMMIT TO A PAGE COUNT. YOU WILL LIVE TO REGRET IT. COMMIT TO A NUMBER OF WORKS. COMMITTING TO A PAGE COUNT WILL MAKE YOU GO AGAINST EVERYTHING YOU STAND FOR.

On the plus side I've decided to make two of my stories that were realism, magical realism. I now have a girl that floats and a girl that stops time. I really like where they're both going.

I feel kind of bad because I haven't really been involving Ms Franks much. We just meet on occasion. She's always hella helpful, but I haven't been the best senior project person.

Anyway. No one reads my blog and I've kind of disappeared from school, so as the school year ends Im just fading out. Which is kind of nice, but not really my style. I like to do things with a bang, but sitting behind a computer writing all day doesn't really lend itself to a bang of any sort. This project has taught me a lot about myself. How I need to work to get anything done. What I like to write about, what I can write about, how I sounds when I write. I've really liked this. I'm getting kind of sentimental about it.

I hate myself a little, but I've had fun.

Shout out to Bailey Johnson, literally the only person in the world who reads my blog.