I was one of the writers for a production in my high school. Most of my ideas didn’t end up in the final product, and actually... funny story actually, I have to mess my sentence up to write it but oh well. Anyway, some of my contemporaries actually uh... I guess, whatever, they worried about me or something, so they clandestinely organized sessions for me with the guidance counselor.
What happened to fiction!
Whatever. Now, where was I? Oh yeah. So looking at the dialog and characters and all, I barely had any input; however, I like to think that the basic structure was all my doing (you know, so I don’t feel too bad about myself at night (shucks, and at day too)).