a mistake on the part of nature
Fuck this fucking shit, why can't I write anything?*
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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??
:(
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??

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Go read a book and sleep early.
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*hasnoactualadvice*
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It'll pass. Maybe slowly, but it will pass. (And you know You can write. Your brain just needs a bigger break than it may be able to have at the moment, so try to find little breaks -- even tiny ones -- until you can have a longer one.)