Feb 1
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oh ok
JESUS FUCK ALMIGHTY.
I don't really like otakus.
except if they like old anime.
Rehearsal and then after rehearsal and also in between of rehearsal and I think they're starting to regret having me. And perhaps justifiably but I have a bug with me and my bug is almost gone but I'm holding him so he doesn't die in the basement bathroom of the university catholic music room. So I am overcompensating by keeping quiet but that's wrong too and now we're done And I'm loud again and this time I'm eating dinner alone and I was ravenous and breathing so much but now I can't breathe and I'm only thirsty so so thirsty and now (not yet) I'm at home and I'm waiting and I. Am quieter than before and too loud again. And still imagining it.
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH im GONNA MRUDER TWINK NERD KYLE!!!!!!!! TWINK NERD KYLE HATE!!! HATE CHAIn!!! TWINK NERD KYLE HATEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!! i fFUCKING HATE TWINK KYLE OMG AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH WTF IS HE HE IS NOT KYLE THAT IS A sKINWALKER STOP STIOP
[16:56]
he found himself slowly sipping on tea as he read through this one page for... the second time or so. it was a book from the local library, chosen from interest in the sypnosis on the back (like any other book checked out). while minghao had been going through the pages for a while, nearly halfway in, he was actually waiting for something.
unlike most people, he was a fast reader. i mean- how else would he have ended up at this point in the plot? (the protagonist girl had told the boy that she hoped to never see him again, because of a curse that had affected their bond. it was getting sad, it would lead to somewhere good though, he hoped.) but he was a considerate guy. bless his heart or whatever the elderly said.
the wind from the open window just happened to blow harder though, flipping to the next page. this startled him, and he half-expected the cold dread that had brushed over his good shoulder. "sorry," minghao muttered as he turned the page back. the ghost that haunted his apartment wasn't that fast of a reader.
its weird that like. working on commissions was somehow easier when i was in my pit of depression. because like. i didnt want to draw anything anyway. might as well just draw for money
now i have a shred of passion and its just torture. its TORTURE. my mind is screaming "NO I DONT WANT TO DRAW THIS FURRY SHIT I WANT TO DRAW SUPERHEROES KISSING" and i cant STAND it. PLEASE. BRAIN. I NEED MONEY.