I have just been reading some of my old posts under the tags, "regrets". It seems to me like I put cold-blue and my writing at a much higher regard than I do now. Finishing it is like an...impossible dream now, of sorts. There's only so much time in a day. I go to school, come home and eat dinner with Keane. We watch something together, play a video game maybe, or maybe I have an essay or homework to do, and then we go to sleep. The next day I may have work. No...there feels to be no time to write, not if I want to do everything else.
*deep sigh*
What am I waiting for...? I am just like Minnie and Hanson...
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