Snail Love

So...

...I am shrinking away from the dirty glares I'm sure all of you are giving me for abandoning my blog for almost 3 weeks!

Gah! 

If I was to offer you an excuse (which of course would not make up for my abandoning of Neverland) I would say:

I went on vacation

I have been skyping a lot!

I have been sleeping 

I have been reading a god forsaken awful book (not really, but it was 842 pages long. Feel very sorry for me)

And I have been falling in love

Whew. Yeah, no excuse. But in order to make it up to you..

...here is a little story I've been working on kinda all afternoon. It's a really special story, inspired by a really special blog post by a really special friend.

 I hope you like it. 

Instead of my music challenge, let's just hop right back in with this: 

No one else can speak the words on your lips

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And yet the prospect of studying does not intrigue me. And yet I procrastinate instead of write the stories down that I should be writing down. The stories that I promised myself I would write down.

I love stories. But is that enough to make it my major? I feel like one fell swoop could take me out and I would loose confidence and my will to push through and let my writing be read.

People tell me:

"If you don't learn to like yourself, how will anyone else?" - Elizabeth East

I just want to make sure I have something to say. I just want to make sure that you see what I see.

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Unwritten - Natasha Bedingfield