Wednesday
I felt it when I tried to go to sleep, that depressed feeling of doom that makes you feel alone and want to hug someone. I don’t know what’s making this happen, but I’m reverting back to the person I was just twelve months ago. Hollow, paranoid, hypochondriac. It could be the lack of people to talk to. Seven weeks without school... Unlike other people, I don’t have a massive gang of friends whom I can phone and be at their house in ten minutes. I only have Adam.
Sometimes past midnight, I tried to go to bed in spite of the summer heat. I tried to go to bed in spite of the summer heat. I couldn’t. I stole a fan from my aunt’s room. I still couldn’t let myself drift. There was too much on my mind, so I rolled out of my bed, flicked on the light and logged onto my PC. And then I wrote.
It must have been a continuous stream of writing for an hour or so. Most of it was just me crapping on about the mysteries of death, but it was good in a way. Just to empty my skull. The only thing I regret about it wasn’t my meerkat story that I added to, but A Mufasa Story. It troubles and saddens me that my meerkat story isn’t even fun for me to write anymore, when back in the days of my earliest fan fiction (when I was first knitting it together), I couldn’t wait to get it out on paper.
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