just a ramblespace
Shoot myself in the face, my feet are so fucking cold. Fuckin' critics' sheet (#2). I'm going to self-destruct of nerves and self-doubt before Wednesday. I voted for the first time today. I don't want to do my homework. I don't want to go to class anymore. I meant to type tomorrow, but I wrote "anymore," whoops, Freudian slip. I will get this done, I will get this done, I will get this done. Fuck I can't let this kill me. I miss fangirling and I don't. I so don't. But I want to make icons and I don't have time or skillzzzzzz.
If this week doesn't kill me, November 4 will. At best, maybe it'll be cathartic. idek.
If this week doesn't kill me, November 4 will. At best, maybe it'll be cathartic. idek.