So yeah, I'm about three thousand two hundred words into Wings of Absolution. I've already shown it to some of the buds at HS. A lot of them don't seem really crazy about it.

Ah, well. It's a confusing fantasy romp with a weird premise and an unclear setting. I don't think it's very good, now. Funny, I used to think it was the shit a few days back...

I noticed that most of the girls were more interested in it than the guys were. I guess it was because the first two chapters ARE SO GODDAMN MUSHY FDASGASDGASGGH.

Some more friends have asked to see it, after they saw me passing around the second chapter. I don't really want to give it to them now, but eh, they asked.

I just hope I finish it for NaNoWriMo.

... it's funny that national writing month is the month I was born in.
 

Wings of Absolution.

Wings of Absolution.

Wings of f*cking Absolution.

The story of a boy who cannot accept the fact that his friend is dead.
 

Well, I've been looking at a lot of things I've done over the past few years. I've realized I've been an annoying, selfish fanbrat and a person too proud for her own stupid good.

I've done many things that I regret.

If I've hurt you, and you're reading this, I'm sorry.



This kinda emo thing won't be the norm, though, don't worry.