“Oh sweet Jesus, I can’t seem to think up a decent story. And I feel too tired to actually put any work into anything. It’s like I’m typing on pin needles, every press of the button putting a prick of pain up my fingers. I just wish I could skip to the part where I’m actually good.” Says me.
“Stop being a little bitch.” Also, says me.
“Stop being a little bitch.” Also, says me.
