The world has felt extremely surreal the past few days, and I can't quite put my finger on why. I feel almost lost, but simultaneously still inside my own head, trapped. It's a curious sensation, to say the least.
On the bright side, I think my writing ability has increased. Not increased, exactly, but returned to its previous stature. I've been doing a lot of reading of famous, well-liked books and figuring out techniques they have in common, techniques I myself used to employ, and now I'm ready to bring that all together. I can't do it quite yet, because I have summer work to complete. I'm taking 3 APs (AP Lit, AP US History, and AP Spanis