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I hate work. You know why I hate work? It's not why you think, I promise.
It murders my creative process. I don't know why. All I know is that this morning? I was like, write write write. I had to be at work in fifteen minutes and I was still writing. I didn't want to stop. So I was all excited to get home so I could write more, so I sit down and my computer and...
Nothing. There is nothing. I cannot write. Everything I write sounds like garbage. Tulu sounds like a robot. All I can get Merle to do is look in the mirror and study her appearance and wibble like a baby. I cannot think of a good reason why Tulu should fall in love with Kei. AGH.
I want to weep. ;_;
It murders my creative process. I don't know why. All I know is that this morning? I was like, write write write. I had to be at work in fifteen minutes and I was still writing. I didn't want to stop. So I was all excited to get home so I could write more, so I sit down and my computer and...
Nothing. There is nothing. I cannot write. Everything I write sounds like garbage. Tulu sounds like a robot. All I can get Merle to do is look in the mirror and study her appearance and wibble like a baby. I cannot think of a good reason why Tulu should fall in love with Kei. AGH.
I want to weep. ;_;