My aunt bought a cotton candy machine. A COTTON CANDY MACHINE.

I cannot wait.

The last time I was alone at home, the people from the energy company came to cut our energy because my mom had forgotten to pay an energy for the first time in ages.

This time, we had a fly infestation.

I shudder to think of what comes next.

I’m somehow both very shy and very, very talkative that sometimes I surprise myself.

With all the buzz around the new Twilight book I remembered that years back, when the series was all the rage, I used to follow a blog called “Twilight Haters”. They had some really good posts that made quite an impression on eleven years old me. Seriously, I argued with the girls in my class why the book was bad listing all the issues.

I was ELEVEN when Breaking Dawn came out. Did understand what I was defending? Only very superficially, but I didn’t like the books and the girls were all gushing about it and I was “NO”.

That is all to say that I suddenly realised I was a twilight anti before I even know what an anti was and I’m laughing like mad just imagining me back then.

After six long years, I FINALLY HAVE A NEW PROLOGUE. Is it trash? ABSOLUTELY, but I’m way too happy to have finally begun this after so long that I don’t give a damn

Why is it that I always know exactly how a story is ending but I have NO FUCKING CLUE how to write the beginning?

Ruined my day, ruined my day, ruined my day. I don’t want to go home.

It’s season we’re all out for Lacie’s blood huh.