Confess on My Wayward Son

I kind of miss the excitement I used to have in my life, but I'm thankful I'm not dealing with any man's ish.

i'm probably being dramatic but i feel like i won't get any better from this flu

I'm @ 10k on a Hannibal fic and I'm reveling in it.

I mean, my neighbours can't complain about me singing One Direction's entire discography loudly because they go around arguing at three am... right? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Just bought my ticket to DC and now I'm scared to look at my credit card bill but whatever I'm happy

I just finished the last sentence of the book I've been writing since November and I feel empty. I put so much into these characters nearly every day for months, it's hard. I put a lot of emotion into this story and I'm very proud of it but it's surreal that it's finished and I don't know what to do with myself.

lmao i suck

Deftones is really helping me write right now.

OoooooooOOOOooooooooooooffffff, girl, just oooooooooooofffff.

To everyone in my life currently pissing me off:

Sigh okay at least I unburned that bridge slightly. It's obviously not the same but I'm glad that I apologized. So that's one.

Please anxiety, I've been doing so well. Leave me alone.

I'm having a really hard time breathing right now.

Moon and Sky from Sade is so....lord Jesus, I just barely started the beginning and I'm falling in love.

yah sex is good but THE BEST feeling in the world is writing 6,179 words of a Hannibal fic, watching the last four episodes of season 1, and then reading through all the dialogue you've written like... wow I did a GR8 job at emulating their voices and exchange. nice.

Oh hey, it's 6AM. So much for sleeping. Time to go to work now.

I'm tired.

What did we get with our tax return?
+ Tattoos
+ Battle ready lightsabers
+ A mattress
+ A curio cabinet for our statues

We kiiiind of adulted with it. But not really.

Ugh. Well. Whatever.

Side-eyeing a whole bunch of shit right now, and I'm just....done man.