and it doesn’t help that besides the writing shit
my brain is like LET’S FIX ALL THE EVERYONE ELSE’S PROBLEMS EVERYWHERE
except no. brain. let’s not. we’re not even qualified to do that, in addition to how fucking problematic that is.
so instead i’m going to make really pointless posts about my internal thought processes on tumblr and lay in bed and psychicly will certain people to text me even though (spoilers!) they won’t.
wow it’s kind of sad when i wish i was back at work because at least there i’m basically FORCED to control myself and not let myself feel like a worthless shitbag. that’s. wow. my life is pathetic.
