"...green eyes which were closed in peaceful dreaming"

that sentence fragment is so incredibly awkward. How can you tell his eyes are green if they're closed? lameness defined.

I wrote a lovely little story last night. The classic "falling asleep watching movies" type story. And I swear it made better sense in my head. I re-read it today because I was going to type it out and post it here, but alas, I don't have the energy to practically re-write the whole thing.

I'm just not having a very good time with words.

Yesterday I fought with Katie and tried to apologize and I couldn't say it right so it just made everything worse.

And then Ben...gosh. I always try to keep up conversation with him, but I get all nervous and end up saying the stupidest things. He probably thinks I have the mental capacity of a 5th grader.

Anyway, in an attempt to be inspired, I read a few fiction oneshots on fictionpress today. Came across the cutest one about an 8th grade field trip. I love the quirky little stories that sound so badly written, but yet so cute. Reminds me of the things I write. haha

On a different note, I love my mom's keyboard. It makes cool sounds when I type. And it feels cool. I should stop typing now and start editing.

Or knitting.
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