Ahahaha. Remember when I actually wrote things for these instead of rambling and then doing my log? Haha, yeah.
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| actually me right now |
Those were fun days.
You know. Back when I wasn't half asleep trying to write. .-.
Total word count: 17,786
Today's word count: 2095 (but I'm going to try and make myself break 18k tonight, so it might end up as a few more.)
Favorite line(s) written: “Tell them,” he
says, his voice low. “We both know the truth.”
And I know, now,
that this has to be him. It doesn’t make sense but it has to because until now
I hadn’t remembered the scar, but
it’s the only thing we really had to distinguish him. And Stanton’s face was
scarred in a different way, marked by grief.
I want to launch
myself at him, hurt him. For killing Hayley and for killing Miss Lawson, and for
showing no regret.
He watches me,
and I watch him. My head spins.
Eurgghhhhhrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgghgggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
I'm so tired I just.
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