Feeling, hm, sort of invisible today. And also just strange, in that way you do (or maybe only I do) when you're essentially wasting time on a writing project that feels oh so very important to you, but which you know is likely a piece of crap and no one else will get anyway? I mean, I have others things to be doing, and yet I'm struggling with this. Which only adds to invisible, general non-important feelings and yet you must go on.
And yeah.
CAN'T THIS JUST WRITE ITSELF? For the love of GOD, man.
And yeah.
CAN'T THIS JUST WRITE ITSELF? For the love of GOD, man.
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You are neither underappreciated genius nor unaware of you own suckage . . . I sadly simply posses inarticulatable (new word) genius . It's alway sso glorious in my head, damnit. If only instead of writing, we could get people to plug USB cables into our brains and see the fucking thing heh
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invasive even.
i'm lazy though so...