I have been sick throughout this past week, and honestly, it’s just been kind of miserable. I had to miss school, and when you’re in as many honors classes as me, that means as lot of make-up work.

And as I’ve been sick, I’ve had a lot of time to think, because it’s not like I can much else.

Thinking though hasn’t given me any great insights, except a remind of how miserable I am, and how I need to write more stories to help counteract feeling miserable. Writing helps. That’s how I’ve dealt with stress, and heartache, and insecurity. I wrote and I drew and I created my way out of it.

Or I’ve started having panic attacks.

Creating is the better option.

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