can we live through february?

So my story is really depressing and I don't really want to end it for that reason. There's no happy ending for these people. Not that I want there to be, it's just depressing is all.

Good musical inspiration when you're writing about a failed relationship:

( Dar Williams - February )

It's a beautiful song anyway, but it really fits the story I'm writing. Except that it's set in August, not February. :P

Argh. This is what I get for writing a story that hits a bit too close to home, I suppose. Maybe it was one of those cathartic things, and now that I've got it out, I don't really want to finish it for class, so it can be dissected and questioned and criticized. Maybe I should have saved this one for me.

As it is, I should go to bed, so I can get up in the morning and do all those stupid things I have to do. At least it's the last week of classes. The end of the semester just can't come soon enough.

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Hi, my name is Heather and I've turned into the biggest slacker ever!

Eight more days, eight more days, eight more days, eight more days...

Also? The more I work on this story the more I hate it. Hate. I hate the characters and I hate the dialogue and I hate the stupid situation I've placed them in and I'm not going to come up with four more pages and I'm sick of writing it.

EIGHT. MORE. DAYS.