Day Old Ice Tea

I feel like stale Ice Tea. I am coming here and posting a day late and it's lkike yesterday everyone is like Oh where is her post and I am just like eh no not today. But now this stale old ice tea has nothing to do and decides to post and y'all will take me because you love ice tea but it just won't be the same ya know. It just can't be. This concept doesn't entirely come from the fact that I am drinking Ice tea....but it may be a factor.

So I am participating in NaNoWriMo as y'all know and I decided that in my post today I would put a story expert.

I don’t often work on Saturdays unless I really need the extra cash. For this reason Saturday is Ben’s day and Saturday night is normally date night. By date night I mean my date with a bowl of popcorn and a realistic fiction novel that has enough romance in it to fill a canoe but not to fill the titanic so it isn’t considered a romance novel and despite saying REAL right in it’s genre title with out non, not or the like in front of it, just seems too good too actually exist.

Sometimes as a kid I would intentionally hurt myself because I was too much of a Mary Sue, meaning I was too perfect, people liking me, me being the one everyone wanted to be and be with. As insane as it sounds an extra little cut on my forehead made me feel different and so therefore I just kinda got hurt. I am not suicidal or anything. I don’t cut myself or go all emo kid but a little kid with a broken finger is imperfect, a bit weird and totally interesting. In an attempt to be interesting without getting hurt I found other activities to do in the city.


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So now I need to uo my word count majorly so got to goes! Byezies! (haha weird made up jankness)~Megan Lovegood