a mistake on the part of nature

Fuck this fucking shit, why can't I write anything?*

:(

My violent urges have also started to resurface again, which used to mean that it was high time to put Lucifer in Milliways. I don't know what the hell it means now. Crabbiness and bad dreams and the skin of my palms being thankful that my thumbnails have to be kept short, probably.

*I have some dull theories related to unremitting academic stress and long days and not being in a great place emotionally and blah blah blah, but right now I would prefer to lie down on the floor of the universe and beat my tiny ineffetual fists against it, wailing WHHHYYYYYY??