May 23, 2024
THE DESCRIPTION OF THE RECEPTIONIST
I SPUN MY CHAIR AROUND SO FAST I FUCKING FELL OFF
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THE DESCRIPTION OF THE RECEPTIONIST
I SPUN MY CHAIR AROUND SO FAST I FUCKING FELL OFF
Date a demisexual person who sometimes feels broken because of their identity
Date a demisexual person who feels broken
This really sucks, why do I have to be like this
Mun breakdown
Okay so I am doing a new study called concept art and I have been following 5 days and I’m close to giving up. I suck. I suck in character design, in design, in digital shit. I suck in drawing - very fun if that’s something you’ve been doing your whole live, studied it so you could find a job. To find out that every art I am making in class is plain crap.
Like no, I see all talented people surrounding me and I’m shit (Sorry for the swearing but no I am Absolute uncertain about everything I’ve been dreaming about.) If I won’t improve fast I probably will not only get kicked out of school (I probably won’t be able to find a job either.)
My parents aren’t really interested in how it goes - so yeah I’ll self pitty myself and crawl into bed soon to think about how stupid my dreams and life choices are.
Worst of all.... I’m thinking I’m not even a great writer. Like I don’t even understand why people want to roleplay with me....I’m a trashcannot
not even trash or a trashcan
watches 3.20 of TW agaaaain and criiiiiiiies
Twelve days ago I wrote: I'm sitting on the couch across the room from Anna, and I can't stop smiling. We just got back from the shopping mall where I happened to pick up this beautiful journal. I also spent a little bit of money on a few other things that I'm not letting myself feel guilty about. I've been trying not to feel bad about anything. I'm living in the moment. Between the time it took me to write that, Anna is now in the kitchen mashing avocados onto toast for the both of us. I'm so hungry that I think this might be the best thing that has ever happened to me. Anna though, she is the best thing that has ever happened to me. It's been a while since I've had my own journal to write in. This will be nice. Starting with today... today was so nice.