a story that probably vaguely relates to my feelings in this moment. I don't have anything specific I'm writing about. Just life, school, the revolution, the winter. *sigh* don't read too much into it. (it's inside the project in the background) ooc/ I should probably save a few of these for writing contests/scholarships since I can't well enter those as Jehan Prouvaire, but idrc and I'm writing for fun and for catharsis at the moment. I've found it's pretty beneficial for my mental health, actually. I'll probably keep the habit.
