THEY'LL BLEED AT THE PRETTIEST PLACE

I'm practicing my writing skills. It's pretty bad. I had a hard time writing the synopsis for my works the other day despite having so much in mind but I just do not have the ability to pen it down. It's really fresh to receive a call from my lecturer, saying he likes my work and wanted me to participate in the Crowbar Awards shit. Oh yes, school got the fees covered.

I really miss school. It was the last day in the office for the other intern. It was nice to meet him. We had a massive feast. I can't wait for my turn to leave.

I am writing like a 12 years old. Hooray.