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some mf texted me and started interviewing me and asking me questions like “where are u from” “what’s your name” “what is your blog about” “is your pfp you”
and then we started playing the guessing game
As the cherry on top on of any already difficult week, my laptop won’t start anymore, and is likely broken.
This means that my slow reply rhythm is turning into a nonexistent reply rhythm, since I can’t write without my laptop.
all it takes for people to confuse the victim and abuser is for the abuser to point the finger... as every single abuser does every single time
i could never be a secret anon admirer id get excited and want to talk to u immediately
writing camp but the participants switch their wips with each other every other day until it rotates back to them and then they get to decide which parts they keep or if they want to rewrite it altogether
My brain has finally reached it’s limit for a sick person. I cannot possibly stare at my screen any longer. I am so sorry for anyone waiting on things from me. I sincerely did try to get out as much as I could, and I feel like absolute trash.
Guess who doesn’t have tissues and needs them? Guess who also has had to get up countless times to be sick.
Anyway, my point is I’m going to go crazy. Because I fell asleep 5 times while just trying to type this... correction 6 times.