What, do you wonder is the first thing that comes up if you Google "Werewolf Sleepoever"? Why, this blog, of course! Followed by a short story about a werewolf who drinks coffee and may or may not be at a sleepoever? I don't know; I didn't read the whole thing. Because I am a SLACKER.
Which is why I'm writing this, instead of the drivel for English.
Pssh. Learning about The Scarlet Letter and logic. Pssh.
I am sitting on the precipice of disobeying my own advice. And the me that is giving the advice is the smarter one, but the me that wouldn't mind a little self-pitying crying now and then couldn't care less.
An attempt to organize my recently re-jumbled thoughts.
1) One week
2) I am discovering a distressing tendency within myself to instinctively rebel against the expectations of others.
3) I am tired of cutting all these different boys slack because they're "dumb" and they're "inexperienced" and they're "not the most forthcoming when it comes to feelings". I am just about ready to call them ALL on their bullshit.
I want to write some more letters, and I probably will, if I can reign myself in to properly articulate my feelings.
I think I may owe you an apology, Amani.
A little one.
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