With her family gone for the weekend, Emille realised that she knew no-one well enough to invite round and keep her company. Meaning for the next four days she was alone with only work for entertainment.
At the time of her life where she should of been out every night, socialisng, she was indoors, on the computer, lost in a virtual world.
It was depressing really.

She had spent the four hours since she had got up procrastinating meaning that now half the day had gone and there was less and less time to do all those assignments. They were there at the back of her mind, but as yet she still had many excuses not to sit down and get them done.
Her resolve to eat less had also been forgotten early on, pizza for breakfast.

She decided maybe now was a good time to explain that for her "khush" didnt meant estatic sexual pleasure, although that of course would be nice, for her Khush, was peace of mind.

Introduction

What with everything going on, Emille decided it was high time to start a blog, somewhere where she could express everything without fear of retribution or consequence. Somewhere that she could just be, completely, uninterupted.
Of course the phone then rang and the computer froze and she switched back into receptionist mode, answering the phone politely whilst kicking the computer. The phone in her pocket vibrated suddenly and the moment was lost.

No rest for the wicked or those searching for some peace.

Some minutes later she returned to the computer screen, the sharp kick she delivered with her bare foot jolting the decrepid computer back into some poor excuse for a life. She pondered over what to write, how to start, which details she should share and those she should conceal, mention cryptically in passing.

This was a blog of truths hidden between interwined thoughts.
"Who am I?" She asked herself.
She let her blog do the talking.