Today, I finished my first short story/novella. It’s called Bradley. It isn’t very good. Who wants to read it? I also desperately wanna expand my home library.
a rant from my journal.
Why, why, why am I afraid to talk to you? Social norms? You, being four years my junior? Old enough to drive, old enough to make difficult decisions, yet still too young to love. My head falls at the thought of it. Such a long shot, such a shot in the dark. What would I even say? I’ve tried to gain access once, just a taste. You look wise beyond your years, too young to be pessimistic,...