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my first thought upon waking today was "i should make dinner plans with my mom, i haven't seen her in a while."
i also spent a lot of time this last year talking with my friends about their problems. boyfriends and businesses and all the struggles therein. bc it's actually easier to help people think about their problems than it is to think about yours. and just bc your mom is dying of cancer doesn't mean your friends lives all are sparkly fun.
i haven't really found people to talk at length about anything i think about bc the thoughts sound i dunno, pointless out loud. i guess that's what this is for. i did write "life is meaningless" in every half draft of this script.
i have abandoned the vomit draft. or "finished it" as i like to think. in that i wrote to 40 pages, typed out "the end," and by then the idea had shifted so much i knew i needed to start over to restructure and realign.
honestly, this all wouldn't be so bad if i didn't have to one day get a job and justify my existence. be lonely. write out a bit. read the internet. wait for death.
i also spent a lot of time this last year talking with my friends about their problems. boyfriends and businesses and all the struggles therein. bc it's actually easier to help people think about their problems than it is to think about yours. and just bc your mom is dying of cancer doesn't mean your friends lives all are sparkly fun.
i haven't really found people to talk at length about anything i think about bc the thoughts sound i dunno, pointless out loud. i guess that's what this is for. i did write "life is meaningless" in every half draft of this script.
i have abandoned the vomit draft. or "finished it" as i like to think. in that i wrote to 40 pages, typed out "the end," and by then the idea had shifted so much i knew i needed to start over to restructure and realign.
honestly, this all wouldn't be so bad if i didn't have to one day get a job and justify my existence. be lonely. write out a bit. read the internet. wait for death.