#probably stress

[b1rd1e]

period started. leave apartment 4am for work. had a very stressful day at work. had to go to dentist immediately after work. officially get home at 6pm. my entire nose is numb

[unjustmind]

grrrrr i’m breaking out and idk why :((((

[karbut]

I have a vision of wearing a lot of crop tops this summer so my stomach can either figure it out or deal with the consequences

[inflagrante-delicatessen]

ah tinnitus, what brings you here, you foul-hearted wretch?

[addontdieonme]

Everything feels wrong. The Internet is stressing me out so bad (not the pandemic situation, just anything that has to do with social interactions or personal achievements, relationships and stuff) but as I limit my activity I get more lonely. 

I’m fighting the urge of really distancing myself from social media because trying to interact with people is bound to leave me crushed - i can’t convey my ideas properly and I end up offending people or becoming a laughing stock. I’m still extremely unhappy with the content I’m publishing (however little there is of it) and I can’t force myself to answer even the nicest of comments. 

I’m so bad at people I sometimes wonder if I’m a person at all.

[byjove]

Anybody else just have nightmares they’re in their basement but something is wrong? Like the basement extends too far or there’s another level beyond it full of even more obscure family heirlooms? Anybody else have nightmares they can’t get out of their neverending basement? Is it just me?

[rebelredeyes]

Blasted Dreams.

So I don't like my dreams as they tend to be of the nightmare verity (which I am use to anymore) but this one was a hell of a ride. It started as a normal familiar setting with people I knew and everything was fine and dandy. (weird shit was happening but nothing/unsettling) I got to crawl through some windows and be driven in a truck which is where the turn comes in. I am suddenly in the middle of nowhere in a science vehicle with faces my dream self knows. It's dark and overcast and not on earth. We set up camp. Camp being these small odd shaped icebox cubes that are hard and could be attached to the each other. Not very roomy or comfy. The truck leaves. We are looking for something, but not told what. A sort of hissing and running can be heard about us. We are getting snappish and paranoid. That night we go to a camp thong where a bunch of scientists/security teams are spread out over this land. All looking for something we don't know. I get a vision for a moment of something that shouldn’t exist. A fucken xenomorph, but my dream self does not tell anyone what they are looking for (I can't seem to spoil the plot in my dreams) Back at base camp, our power is down. I get into my box for a nap, before I go exploring for my missing crew mates who haven't returned. I realize halfway through the search that I am being hunted. Cue the jukes, as I see out in the distance a see of glowing orange from the original habitats of this planet. Alien eggs are coming from the bodies while the xenomorphs are from this process. Whatever the xenomorphs crossed with , made them intelligent. I run back to base but drop down as I hear something drop down from a tree. I slow my breath and bite my lip with hile I freeze any body movement. The xenomorph comes over and nudges me with its head. It circles me as it does so. Sniffing has also been a new trait with these ones. It stops behind me and leans against my back on my right it side, breathing in my ear. I don't move/reach. It nudges me. Shaking me a bit as it breaths in my ear. I slowly feel it then fade away as I wake up and wonder what the fuck. I try to go back to the dream. It was interesting though terrifying, but my brain would not let me. So I now lay awake and wonder why I felt the phantom touch of the creature. And what was the xenomorph mixed with. Honestly not that bad of a dream. I didn't die this time. Still weird, definitely suspenseful. Thanks for listening to me morning ramblings.

[makoheadrush]

I’ve been writing since I was about 8 years old, so that’s many, many decades of stories under my belt.  And I’ve also been in the FFVII fandom since the very beginning.  I’ve written hundreds of FFVII related stories, and I’m still going.

Yet sometimes, every so often, I just feel like an imposter.  Like I’m not a ‘real’ member of the fandom, I’m just one of those hangers-on who can’t write for shit.  Meh.  

I know my writing’s not perfect (and who can claim that anyway?), but I do think it’s improved somewhat over the years.