Bahaha well. Let me tell you. 2025 was supposed to be the year of Oli. It did not feel like the year of Oli. It felt like year of getting dragged along like a rag doll.
On the upside: I finally moved out, moved in with my best friend, got a car, went to a TXT concert, turned 25, ate an exorbitant amount of ice cream, and got free healthcare. It’s a miracle! lol.
Anywhosel, let’s see. I finished On The Edge of Falling. I know I’ve said that before but this time it’s true. With a little help from Mary xoxoxox I love you Mary! You are the light of my life! It finally feels… good. Ready. Ready to be read. Oh how I put it off. I put off re-reading it. I put off even looking at it. But HEY! We should be proud of the fact that it’s a book! It’s a book! it’s 73,000 words! It’s a whooooole story!
Mm, I bought a snowboard for 15 bucks that is literally falling apart but I took the bindings off of it and put it on a board that the Tiny Child let me borrow. I haven’t gone snowboarding yet because last week I had a stomachache that rivaled appendicitis. I still have no idea what it was. Let me tell you that WellNow is absolutely useless and if you’re in pain or whatever just go to the ER, man. It’s not worth it. They were literally useless. But anyway. I can’t wait for that.
I haven’t read a single book this year. It’s been like two and a half weeks. I started three. lol. Anyway. I didn’t get tickets to the BTS concert. I’m heartbroken. I’ve now realized that most of my problems come from the fact that I’m shackled to being broke as all get out, mainly because I make bad financial decisions but also because I don’t have a steady source of income. I’m looking at you father. I only moved out because I was making enough money. Now I’m scrounging by with 5 dollars in my bank account.
Ugh.
Doesn’t anyone want to read my book? Anyone? Anyone? Book? Read? lol. I spoke with my aunt yesterday about my book and she asked why I don’t self publish and the reason is because IT IS EMBARRASSING TO TALK ABOUT YOURSELF AND THE SOUL YOU POURED INTO YOUR BOOK. I would have to say, “Hii, my name is Olivia and I wrote this book about a kpop idol who wants to kill himself! But he sticks around because he’s curious about the girl who ruined his plans to off himself.” Anyone want to buy a copy? No. Of course not.
Something that irks me is my best friend. I love her. I love her to the moon and back and she’s amazing. But it’s not fair to me that she wants me to read her stories and she’ll tell me all about them but when it comes it my book, she hasn’t even read it. At all. No interest. None. So I find it hard to be interested in hers. The second one was kind of fun but that first one man. I just was like – This isn’t fair. Why does no one want to read mine? So I’m just a jealous little wuss who wants attention and lots of money so I can go sit on the beach and float in crystal clear water.
I have to other books in the writing. They’re my children. I love them and hate them. There’s another reason why I’m never going to have kids. I don’t think I’de be very good to them. Too strict I think. Anyway, that is beside the point. The point is, I don’t know how to write endings! I don’t! I can write wonderful beginnings and even mediocre middles but endings? Endings don’t come to me. I don’t know how to end it. I wish I could just write “And they lived happily ever after. The end.” But I can’t.
Remember last year I was doing that writing challenge? Can you imagine how cool I would have been if I had actually done it? Ugh. I wish.
So, I’ll get back to my book reviews and watching yearningly at people who write beautiful stories like Mary! Really. You should read her book Bellerose & Blinov On Edge! It’s top tier. I loved it so much! She’s a great writer. *There is a sex scene and a few little spicy scenes that you can skip over.
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