By squirm I mean coming down in the morning with a pitiful look on my face complaining that my stummy hurts. Okay, not really. I only did that once and I did feel sick. But, still. I managed to avoid school for two days.
And I got to write.
Yeah, I know, this is all boring. Why would anyone care? Actually, that applies to everything I write. Especially my stories.
But I don't care.
I would go insane without them.
I am unsure how exactly this is insane, but, okay. I'll listen to Google.
Not that I am not insane with them, just it would be a whole lot worse.
If I am not writing, those little creeps will begin to nudge my mind. By nudging I mean I might randomly begin flirting with the guy ringing up my crackers or trying my best to act "normal" and smart whilst descending some stairs with my friend. In other words, my characters let me know they need to be written about.
And yes, I realize I am already psychotic and should go see a psychiatrist. I don't think so.
Why? Because I am perfectly fine if I write.
So, I have squirmed my way out of a week of school for Mental Health issues. I am going to write. and Write. and Write. But, I will be making myself more mentally stable.
Which, by the way, is really hard to explain to teachers.
"Are you distressed?"
Uh... how exactly do you tell your teacher that it is the characters in your head that are distressed and you really don't want to be crying over your cup being dirty because it reminds Luna of Obadiah?
"No. I just, um, yeah. I'm also going on vacation!" *runs away*
PSAT. Write an essay about how a book that truthfully sucks rocks. Then... lalala la! Writing!!!
And mentally stabilizing myself. Ah...