*sigh*

Where do I began?

I officially feel like this book is just a list of complaints and I hate it but oh well bruh.

My bf just cussed me out and yelled at me in front of dozens of people. I tried to break up with him. That didn't go well.

I have a wart on my finger still which is keeping me out of the Air Force, but that's no longer a big deal.

I realized all my books suck lol. I really thought I was a great writer.... pathetic right?

I can't get any of my devices to play fnf and I've been addicted to that game lately.

I feel super disconnected from everyone. Like that summer when I created that stupid president book was the best time of my life. I met so many amazing people and I miss them dearly, but life goes on so they got busy. I got busy. We all drifted apart. I don't even know how to talk to some people on here anymore.