Speaking of not being a drama queen,
I can't deal any more. Just no more dealership. Cards, I'm talking about life of course, and doing a stream of consciousness
(of course)
What? I can't deal in sensical products, like sandwiches or shoes or sausages. You come to me, you'd better be prepared for thedifferencesbetweentranslationandtranscription or thecomparisoncontrastbetweenoralstorytellingandwrittenstorytelling or whatever the fuck is in my brain. Or, because at least those are verbal thoughts, that was more the last three weeks. Now you come to me for silence or screaming or to bask in my wonderful, sleepless eyes as they take in nothing especially. Come be a part of this flat plane!
I can't deal with life any more. Kill me now! lol
The writing program has a lot of nerve doing all this, but I'll survive. I'll get through it with skill and aplomb, and be a better person for it. Sorry to all the people I ignore and pain.
Pretty soon I'll be done exploding every day all the time. I'll be able to eat and sleep again and not feel like they're weird, and I'll be able to CLEAN the freakin' BATHROOM, god, I'm so disgusting, I'll be able to VACUUM the FLOORS too. I'll be able to have a summer vacation, which is a really strange concept.
Okay, speaking of food, seeya. I've had enough of looking at screens for today. I'm so sick of flat screens, my brain gives me messages on a flat screen and I'm sick of it. Let me live in a place with no boundaries or words, only my body to guide me. It'll be nice --for a time.
(of course)
What? I can't deal in sensical products, like sandwiches or shoes or sausages. You come to me, you'd better be prepared for thedifferencesbetweentranslationandtranscription or thecomparisoncontrastbetweenoralstorytellingandwrittenstorytelling or whatever the fuck is in my brain. Or, because at least those are verbal thoughts, that was more the last three weeks. Now you come to me for silence or screaming or to bask in my wonderful, sleepless eyes as they take in nothing especially. Come be a part of this flat plane!
I can't deal with life any more. Kill me now! lol
The writing program has a lot of nerve doing all this, but I'll survive. I'll get through it with skill and aplomb, and be a better person for it. Sorry to all the people I ignore and pain.
Pretty soon I'll be done exploding every day all the time. I'll be able to eat and sleep again and not feel like they're weird, and I'll be able to CLEAN the freakin' BATHROOM, god, I'm so disgusting, I'll be able to VACUUM the FLOORS too. I'll be able to have a summer vacation, which is a really strange concept.
Okay, speaking of food, seeya. I've had enough of looking at screens for today. I'm so sick of flat screens, my brain gives me messages on a flat screen and I'm sick of it. Let me live in a place with no boundaries or words, only my body to guide me. It'll be nice --for a time.