This morning I got up and saw my grandma make some coffee. And I really was tired so to wake myself up I drank some..I can already feel the adrenaline rush going through me. I put my hand on my heart to feel the change when I was drinking and found that my heart raced when the caffine went down my throat. I also thought that if I drank some coffee it will give me idea write about. I mean I like my stories, but I feel like I can never finish them. This might sound off topic, but I feel anxious and excite. I think i'm probably going to crash in 4 hours. But back to what I was talking about. I can finish lots of things I put my mind to; wait let me rephrase that I finish alot of things that don't involve my writing. Like for example remember my story Beautiful Celsia, it was my first story that had atleast 4 chapters. I kept telling myself that I was going to finish it. But that ended to my lack of updation, sorry to the fans who deeply loved that story and felt like I was never on time like I promised
Different Paths (I am confident that this one will last)
Pixie's Identity (Which I'm updating right now)
I was writing My New Life (but that ended quickly. I had no plot line)
And a new story up my sleeve...
That leaves you with my blog about my adrenaline rushes and stories I couldn't finish