I Don’t Want A Job I Want A Cottage In The Woods And Paint, Read And Eat Berries

I do not respect the grind. Go to bed

I keep having to skip club meetings for my school's writing society and it feels like the universe is challenging me to persevere and prove to myself how important writing is to me.

Alternatively, it's trying to save the world from what I might birth into it.

it’s so frustrating that every little action or thing I say could irrevocably alter my relationship with someone.

As someone that doesn’t really react or converse in a ‘conventional’ way, I’m probably often fucking up relationships in ways I’m not even aware of.

Shinjuku

fuuuuck that is my circus. are those…? yep… those are my monkeys….. goddammit.

i would get a lot more done if i spent less time faffing about . but i think 2 hours a day of faffing about is load bearing to my wellbeing. so its more of a "4 hours a day or 2 hours a day" thing