Charlotte sat and contemplated her nonexistence. She had always been organized, so she decided to think it all through. Pros and cons. Things always made much more sense when they were in their right places.
Pros: No taxes. No more bills. No more troubling herself with pleasantries and social politics, or with broken hearts and unhappy endings.
Cons: No more life.
Well, that was about even, she figured.
Suburbia, USA
I’m Music-Hearted. That’s not my real name, but that’s okay. It might as well be. I reside in Suburbia, USA, along with millions of lost teenagers like myself, and go to a high school like millions of others.
I love music. I love theater. I love writing and thinking and feeling and laughing and contemplating and much, much more.
I’m flawed. I’m a thespian and a tragedian. I’m emotional and overly dramatic at times, but I’m doing my best to take things in stride. I could say I know exactly who I am, but that would be a lie. I’m still figuring a lot out, but who isn’t?
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I’m a member of the LOA, which is superawesome. My title is the Mistress of Relentless Musings.
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Song of the moment: Brandie Carlile – “The Story”
Published on July 20, 2008.
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