INSERT TITLE HERE aka An Attempt At Short Story Writing

All is well.

I've eaten and now I'm in a slightly better mood but craving chocolate and my stomach is still upset. I don't know what is wrong with it and I'm starting to not care. 

SO, in light of my not caring, I am going to write a SUPER SHORT STORY (LOL). 

No seriously. I have to. It's a goal. Not a fanfic but still terrible fanfic quality.

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That stupid conniving manipulative stuck up DEMON. SERIOUSLY. Her phone banged against the wall and she collapsed onto her bed, crashing face-first. She shouldn't blame him, I mean, it's not like she  knew him or anything. He was just a jerk. 

'Deep breaths Amarie, deep breaths.' 

'He is out of your life'

Inhale.

You have all the books in the world.

Exhale.

You can go buy chocolate after this.

Inhale.

Chocolate with tea.

Exhale

Ooooohh and some of those little tea cakes.

Inhale

Maybe she would stop by and browse that new book sho-

A knock at the door interrupted her thought.

'Just pretend you are not here... stay quiet... maybe they will you know, think you are gone or asleep or something...'

Another set of knocks triggered a pout on her face. Why couldn't she just have some peace? 

"I know you're there - I saw you slam your door like a child"

NO

FREAKING

WAY.

He FOLLOWED her?! The absolute nerve of the two faced miscreant! How dare he? He had another thing coming if he thought she would open the door for him. Let the prick make a fool of himself.

Slipping off her bed, she carefully crept towards her bag. After some careful rummaging she pulled out her noise cancelling headphones with a triumphant gleam.  

"All right, if this is how you want to play it."

She mentally snorted - play what? 'Bang on the door all night buddy, I've got what I need to drown you out, and sooner or later, the RA will kick you out.'

Headphones connected, she pressed play and closed her eyes, losing herself in the music, or at least tried to. Her attention kept getting pulled back to what happened earlier that afternoon and her heart kept wrenching because of it. Sticks and stones right? But who was she fooling... Swallowing, she willed the walls around to thicken and strengthen. This was not anything new. She was a fool to think she was cut out for dating. 

Being alone was better than dealing with people. 

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OOOOkkkaaayy I'm going to stop there. Getting too depressed. And my stomach is at it again. Seriously, it was just soup. And now it is 9:30 and I still have nothing in my stomach. I also have work tomorrow. 

I suppose writing about it may help. Though it is rather late. I was with a few friends earlier today - and dating came up. It often does I suppose. In any case I talked dating down, because it does feel like a problem. People just don't want something serious, and if they do, it's with someone MAJORLY younger. I doubt that is grammatically correct but I don't care. So why try? Why spend so much time and agonize over it if that's how it is going to be. 

Time to go try to eat something that won't upset my stomach maybe. 

To end on a positive note - here are a couple things I am thankful for:

1. The ability to understand how much I have versus people who have nothing
2.  My music.