I have no inspiration anymore. It sucks.
I started writing this little story sketch about a girl who is friends with a psychic and she visits her weekly to hear about her future. But then the psychic turns out to be a fraud and the girl's whole perspective on life comes undone. La dee da. The last story I wrote (hopefully will end up in Chrysalis) was so good. Well, to me. And now all I can turn out is crap.
P.S. I got my license today! Really excited about that.
... I feel really queasy thinking about the test.
My instructor was really quiet and seemingly nice. But when I did stuff wrong the tone in her voice got...all...weird...and...edgy...and it just gives me the chills. And then I'd see her take out points from the corner of my eye, then she'd notice I was looking and cover up the paper really quick. It was weird.
P.P.S. I've fallen for someone. It's bad.
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