The Worst Piece of Writing Ever
I should be studying right now. My eyes are heavier by the second but my head is running round in circles. In fact, I should be asleep because it is currently 11:48 pm (your girl needs her beauty sleep). But no. I'm writing. I'm writing because I feel like I've been away from my world for a little too long. Reality stings, and hear me out when I say that reality has been way too intense for my liking. Writing keeps me sane. It's moments like these that make me realize how much I actually love the art of words, how much I can't bear a world without it. Life has been. . . eventful, in the past three months. I never thought September would come by so quickly, but here I am. It pains me that I don't have much time for Wattpad. Less time for Wattpad means less time for honing my craft. Less time for my passion. Which means I'm too infested with school work. I don't know what to call my life right now. And maybe, in some awfully weird sort of