I'm just this guy, you know?
To expand on that, I am also the following...
- A former ficly member who is 38 years old and is schizoaffective (depressive type)
- Into creating languages and fantasy worlds from scratch
- A listener of audiobooks & good tunes
- Always too hard on myself
Package tracking was the best worst part of the purchase process.
I followed it religiously.
Always updating to see where it was.
Always waiting. Always checking. Always waiting.
It would say how many stops away it was but still I would update the page to see. Just to make sure.
It was coming, but I couldn't help but check to see how far away.
Just knowing when it was coming wasn't enough. I had to know. How many stops. One stop, two stops, three stops, I just had to know.
It was closer and closer, every time I would check but I had to keep checking. It was a sickness. I had to check. I had to know.
Two stops. So close. I looked out my window in baited anticipation. I knew it was coming. I knew it would be soon.
One stop. I held my breath. It would soon happen. The delivery of my package I had waited so long for.
I was next. I couldn't believe that I was next. Finally, it would happen. My package would be delivered.
I looked out my window. I saw the truck. Finally.
No prequels yet. Why not write one?
No sequels yet. Why not write one?
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