it’s not the same though, in the end. 

ugh.

the problem is that i can’t envision him.

because in all reality, silver paint everywhere just looks bad.

:|

ok no more no more.

i am going to pretend this is like an ap lit study guide. which means i will stay up late until i finish it. 

and possibly go to bed at 3. possibly. and then wake up again early tomorrow. and cram during all possible time.

as long as i make it in before 12:45 PM.

it’s going to be a long night ahead.

ARGH YOU GUYS, STOP TRYING TO COPY HER BECAUSE YOU JUST CAN’T PULL IT OFF, JFC.

gdi, there’s a fine line between pretty prose and purple prose and just. ugh. i don’t even know what i’m reading anymore because there are too many metaphors and there are so many things going on, but not in a good, subtle way, but in an absolutely unnecessary way. 

fuck gais. what are you doing to my fandom.

…

It’s a bit sad bc this chick is actually one of the better writers in that sinkhole. She has good ideas and she has a good mastery of English, but jfc honey.

testing

it just makes me a bit sad because everything i do…

everything that i write is so terrible, i really don’t even know.

okay back to work.

i’m going to write this little bitch.

and also loool, at that one mothafucka thinking it was all him. 

it’s kind of funny, really, because i have so few followers in consideration of the fact that i’ve been here for two years, but all my followers have so many other followers, i still get a bunch of notes anyway. 

lol, i mean what.

emoing.

maybe i’ve never felt lonely because i had the great fortune to never truly be alone.

i think the problem with me is that i take myself too seriously.

i first sat down at 3:30

now it’s 5:40

i managed to get sidetracked looking up living statues, eating dinner, and even watching tv. 

what.

is

wrong

with 

me.

… i don’t know

sometimes i just suffer from this huge inferiority complex like, “why can’t i be more like them?”