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I keep trying to start something for NaNoWriMo and it is immediately stupid. Immediately. Horrible. I hate it.
I can't do much of anything. It's horrible. With anything. Nothing works anymore. My housemates make me endlessly paranoid by giving far too much of a damn about everything and I feel so much better on the days when I don't see them. Except they're unemployed, and I'm unemployed, so I see them all the fucking time.
I can't work in these conditions. I have to do my god damn graduate school applications but I don't have the motivation to do anything because everything is going wrong.
Like, I'm considering going home for a fair stretch of time once I take the GRE's on November 17th. I might be calmer there. It's like, I like my friends. They're not the problem.
Time to make dinner. And try to find a NaNoWriMo idea that doesn't suck.
I can't do much of anything. It's horrible. With anything. Nothing works anymore. My housemates make me endlessly paranoid by giving far too much of a damn about everything and I feel so much better on the days when I don't see them. Except they're unemployed, and I'm unemployed, so I see them all the fucking time.
I can't work in these conditions. I have to do my god damn graduate school applications but I don't have the motivation to do anything because everything is going wrong.
Like, I'm considering going home for a fair stretch of time once I take the GRE's on November 17th. I might be calmer there. It's like, I like my friends. They're not the problem.
Time to make dinner. And try to find a NaNoWriMo idea that doesn't suck.