Apr 27, 2019
I was working on an angsty ask-prompt. It involved sexual abuse, and was probably the serious-est ficlet I've written in a long, long time. I spent almost an hour - that I was supposed to be studying in - to edit the basic draft, okay? And I clicked on save.
And it didn't save.
#i have never been madder#I worked hard i swear#it finally became something good#i tried to incorporate all the feelings and the angst and the emotions#so that readers could read and relate and idk#i worked hard on this#and now its no more#the basic draft remains#but like one hour of my efforts ro beautify it#i basically worked harder in this hour than i did in the one i used to write it#but i don't have it anymore#i hate my goddamn life#and internet#and fudging tumblr#bite me you sonuvabitch#i'm mad#i genuinely wanted to share this one#and the next one is clearly never gonna be as good#because i'm never gonna be as into it#i'm never gonna be as mentally involved and passionate#because i've already done it once#this is literally crazy#i hate it when this happens#it's like the seventh time#why me#why the fuck me#i worked HARD on this I WANT IT TO STAY I WANTED IT TO STAY AND NOW IT'S LOST FOREVER#i could cry