I have never really understood the appeal of robert frost
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damnit olay. i’m just not that into you.
when I went to work, the sun was coming up. when I came home, the sun was coming down. I worked 11 hrs. someone kill me.
I read a lot of sub-par books and I think “wow how did anyone read this and think it would be a good idea to publish it” but then I just sort of stop and realize that someone wrote 300+ pages and I can’t ever get past 20k words and I end up sort of impressed and in awe of this terrible book because I can’t even write a bad book let alone a good one
I work in the morning. I need sleep. But I want to readdddd. I’ve been on a hsitorical fiction kick recently. One series set in the 1800’s, another set in…. the 20’s, I think. It started in like 1906 and I think we’re in the 20’s now. My point is I’m devouring books and don’t want to sleep >:C
I really don’t do well when I think my night is going to go one way, and then it goes a totally different way. Like unless I decided to make the change, I just feel lost and cranky when things suddenly change.