FAIL
The tribbles are loose, now you know shit has hit the fan.
I finished the month at: 19, 860 words.
So, fail for this month. But I'm keeping at it..sort of.
I kinda sorta got a boyfriend and fell maddly in love and now my brain can't think coherantly with on huge exception. I now write love poetry non stop. It's crazy how expresive I've gotten
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