#21.

So, a lot of things happened these few days. I expanded my already incredible shopping ability, wrote out more long-winded musings on Word, discovered an incredible relationship with food, developed a steady lasting love for Black Milk, discovered even more wonders of online shopping, made tons of new friends and I even discovered a fellow Black Milk sharkie in Malaysia! :)

I don't know why everyone's so eager to read my short story. I honestly feel that my story is flinty and has less substance than the ones my friends wrote for Lit. They wrote about undying love and whatnot, mine's about smoking weed and hallucinating about wonderland! My friends told me that their stories are typical, and is less unique, but honestly, I feel that it's typical for a reason. Typical means acceptance. If it's typical, then it means it's accepted, no? Unique is unique, for a reason. It means that it's something new, something that breaches the boundaries of ordinary and acceptance. Unique may be the new hype and all, but who's to say that it might be good? People seek for uniqueness, they request for uniqueness, and sure, it sounds mighty fine and all, but who's to say that it's gonna be good? Unique only means special or out of the ordinary; it does automatically offer the assurance that it's good. 

Well, that was a long-winded attempt to undermine my story.

I feel like posting it here, but well, it's kinda weird, and it's definitely unique.

But I have no idea if it's in a good way, or not.

K, ciao, I shall go and continue developing my relationship with food. Oh, how I love food. It never lets me down. It never lies to me. I think I might break up with food once I get on the weight scale though. Oh well...

YOLO.

HAHAHA! YOLO's gonna be comeback for everything!

x,