My name is Bevin Millen, and everything is a bit too complicated.
Yeah, okay, duh, but let me explain.
Okay, maybe I can’t really explain it so it makes sense because people would kill to have powerful magic like mine. I understand how cool it is and it’s awesome that it makes toys, treats, and everything for familiars that everyone else can’t.
But everyone else can’t.
See, that’s the problem. If I’m the only one who can do something, that makes everyone want me for what I can do.
Want more from me. Expect more when I keep pulling “miracles” out of thin air especially...
My name is Bevin Millen, and everything is a bit too complicated.
Yeah, okay, duh, but let me explain.
Okay, maybe I can’t really explain it so it makes sense because people would kill to have powerful magic like mine. I understand how cool it is and it’s awesome that it makes toys, treats, and everything for familiars that everyone else can’t.
But everyone else can’t.
See, that’s the problem. If I’m the only one who can do something, that makes everyone want me for what I can do.
Want more from me. Expect more when I keep pulling “miracles” out of thin air especially when I’m behind on magic.
So yeah, everything is really complicated, and it’s left me too frazzled. I want to be excited about the brushes. I see the potential and I want to help people, but that normally means more risk even if income means security.
And I need the security with all of the threats I have.
But I only have a lot of those threats because of what I can do.
Complicated.
I just feel like if I can catch up to where I’m supposed to be in school and get things better settled with my life, I can handle it all. So why does it always feel like my plans are smoke fading in front of me?
