Jumping Ships

Hi, I'm Shatice.
I write prose.

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I haven’t written in so long. I feel like a rude bastard because of that. Anyway.
I have this minora/majora/super/slight/immense/miniscule crush on this boy who is two years younger than I am. I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with me these days. I don’t think I really actually like him. I think I’m subconsciously projecting my feelings for my ex of the same name onto him and it’s not fair to him. Or me, because I’m currently full of these messy emotions and they’re like bubblegum in the cogs of the machine that is my “heart.” I’m just kind of lonely, I suppose. I never really get much of what we teens call “action.” Or attention, for that matter. And as much as I love them, the video games, comics, novels, and naps are getting old. They just don’t fill the void anymore.

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