Yeah, can’t think of a title, so let’s go on and just write.

Fuck!

That felt nice. I’m sick, I hate it, and now I get to rant a little. Scroll past, if you hate it because that’s how I feel too!
I have wayyy too much to do to get sick, and no matter how hard I try to push through, my body is like, “STOP!”

So, instead I decided to…. relax. Kind-of. I rewrote the first-few lines of my book, and I figured if I post it here, it’s more of a reason to stop fucking with it.

Ya ready?

 Chapter 1: Mad World

I never wanted to be different. I never asked for this life, yet someone decided it would be hilarious for me to be born.

Not quite human yet not fully a witch either. And truthfully, it’s awful. The in-between is hell. 

Back when my parents were alive, my life was simple. Life was easy, especially when you had two loving parents. 

Our small apartment was too hot in the summer, too cold in the winter, and just right because they were in it. 

It was just us, the three of us, and I loved it this way.

My mother and I didn’t have the best relationship, sure we loved each other, I needed her, but we clashed. Constantly. She wasn’t the kind of woman who smiled often, not because she wasn’t happy, but because she was too filled with worry, and I was too young to notice. She was reserved, strict, but it was her paintings that spoke for her. The apartment was filled with canvases, some stacked against the walls, half-finished or waiting their turn under her brush. It was like all the words she never said lived in the colors she chose.

But father, on the other hand, filled the silence she left behind. He whistled along to the radio, always something old and in Spanish, a bolero or a cumbia that reminded him of home. He’d sing under his breath, off-key but with his whole heart.

“No puedo verte triste porque me mata…”

The words drifted through the apartment like a spell. He was my rock, always casting spells without even possessing any magical powers.

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That’s it. That’s the post. If you hate it, keep it to yourself.

See ya later, alligator!

E.V