So today in gym, we were in the dance room because we weren't swimming (pump was broke?). We "watched" half a movie, and after it was over, I stood up and looked at one of the full body sized mirrors that line the walls.
I liked what I saw.
For the first time, I honestly liked myself for me. And only for a fleeting moment, I thought I was so important...
But, of course, then I see everyone else around and realize if they liked me as much as I liked myself, they would've at least said hello. (I was isolated.)
They joys of having an aunt coming to stay. For Thanksgiving, no less. Tch.
In other news, editing is going well. Sent my first one to little P (cuz I needed someone new to critique) and she's going to be critisizing that. (small thing I'm worried about: she leaves it out and her brother finds it and reads it. oO) Anyways. Re-read my second and third one and it hurt. Not because it was bad, but that I was astounded that I described it in such away that it physically hurt... I surprise myself in such random, good ways.
Anyways.
Wishing I could think of new characters and plot,
~Rae
@};~
ps- probably not going to be on much over the holiday. You know how my parents are with internet... so yeah.
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