A Life of a Writing Bookworm in Pain

One of the greatest parts of being a developing writer is my excuse to procrastinate: school. However, what do I use as an excuse to avoid schoolwork?: writing, of course. Needless to say, both have been startled to a grinding halt as I simply struggle to wake in the morning and then trudge through the rest of the day with pain radiating throughout my body with sharp stabs of sudden, unnecessary jabs of pain.

So when you feel like death, and someone says to you in those shiny white coats and baby blue face masks that "Nothing appears to be wrong", what would you say?

 

Exactly. It's like "Really? REALLY?"

 

 

Anyways, being busy is such a big butthead. If I'm not drowning in AP testing, schoolwork, or writing, I'm definitely drowning in pain. So, needless to say, doing camp this year for July should be one heck of a journey.

 

I just really need to start a club for the "Doctors Say Nothing's Wrong so Let's Go Die in Peace". Not really die. But it gets the idea across. Having doctors scratch their heads at your predicament is probably one of the most frustrating experiences I have ever had to deal with. You wanna kick and scream and run around until you put Spongebob to shame with his super-speed costume. Of course, then if you're like me you won't be able to move for a week.

 

But I do know this summer I have homework on top of editing two novellas, writing a novel (and plotting it, too. shoot), and keeping up with all the college things because OHMYGOD COLLEGE IS SCARY. *hides*