Home Sweet Home

Two days since I wrote anything, I have been working on my confidence. One day I hope to be able to talk to a girl, to initiate conversation.
I still don'r know what I want relationship wise.
Sitting in a coffeehouse writing in note books is just fine for me right now.


Side note: is it possible to call two separate places home? Kansas and Texas both feel like home to me.


Back to rest. Which dreams should I follow? How do I start talking to strangers? Do I need a "wing man?"
Do I just want to possibly stay single forever? Is that my calling?
How much control do I have over my own life?
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Too many thoughts run through my head.
Sometimes I forget how old I am and think I am 10 years older than I actually am.
Is it bad to talk to random strangers?
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As I write more in my story, the characters become more real to me, The despair as their time is coming to a close, I feel. Annie still dies, but it almost as if part of me is dying too.
I have felt the presence of Death before, lost many loved ones, but Annie feels like a part of myself. I don't know which part.
The challenge of writing a life over death grows harder as their life becomes more real. I almost want to rush the end so it can be over, but I can't, the story must be told.