I am in love with my title-less, 59 page and counting, 8 point Verdana font fanfiction. I adore it, and I am proud to say I have three fans (maybe a couple more…so far, I think only 3 have read it, but Meagan could be secretly letting others do so behind my back…rawr…)—three of my greatest friends.
Cheers to you especially, Meg, for arguing with me like no one else would and helping my fic be what it is.
Jul 14, 2005, 01:33AM PDT | 1 cheer | 2 comments
It was wonderful. That’s that.
Jul 14, 2005, 01:25AM PDT | 0 comments
I have mild CP. It made me walk weird. That’s about the gist of it, but the doctors said if I didn’t have one surgery, it’d be a big problem when I got older. Then they sprung another one on me, promising it was the last. Well, of course, they decided they had to do just one last one.
With the more recent two, I fought tooth and nail. I never ever told my mom I hated her for making me go through it, but I know she thought it.
I feel guilty about it, but the same time that horribly stubborn part of me keeps refusing to give. I’m grateful for her trying to do what’s best for me, but I just don’t believe the last two surgeries were the best thing to do. Me and my stupid pride…or shyness…or whatever it is, for I don’t know…can’t communicate that to her, and I feel horrible about it sometimes…
Jul 14, 2005, 01:23AM PDT | 1 cheer | 0 comments