Sitting a tall, Ann at in front her computer. Multitasking: Listening to music while she wrote and writing to pass time for a video to load. Over all of that she was smoking a little bit of weed, of course. She was starting to get serious in her writing, even going as far as getting a pad of paper and pen out to draw an outline for her story. Sadly her story was just her life interpreting her life.
Then she realized that getting the pen and paper to work doesn’t quite work out all the time. She was distracted easily and so she was side tracked a lot. Ann couldn’t stay still for the life of her, always wanting to move about, while at the same time just looking silly for doing so. She could only bring herself back to attention when she thought of the medical news that was thrown at her only a few weeks ago. A possible tumor was suspected, because of a sign that she was having that ment something was defiantly wrong.
Of course it had to be in her head(a place that’s already fucked up as it is). Why couldn’t her life just stay the crazy way it is, without getting a tumor? At the same time, she didn’t care about the thing in general. If she has it, she has it, and there’s nothing she could really do about it. At the same time, if it became serious, she knew how she would take it about, she was prepared. Suicide was always in the back of her mind, but never an option, more like a fantasy. If life just so happens to come to an end quicker than it should, then that ment Ann was off the hook from life anyways. Her mind was a cynical type however so perhaps it was just that. With said news however, she started to live life differently.
Go hard. Ann’s motto for life. And so she lives on.