I spent all night with my heartbeat racing because of my latest piece of fan fiction. I was like a giddy schoolgirl with a giddy schoolgirl crush which was to be requited by a giddy schoolboy. I'm insanely, insanely proud of it. I'm really just so pleased.
I can only imagine what I'd be like with original fiction. If I was to be published. How could I possibly contain such tumult of emotion?
And this is my life. Excitement at the simplest of things. And I love it.
I love that I can be feeling the worst I have ever felt, but all I need to do is listen to a song, watch a film, watch a program, and it's gone. I'm fine, the world is right again. Pain and anger and sorrow is replaced for a while.
It's such a foolish and wonderful thing. I'm foolish.
