MOVED TO witches.town @Loving_Devil@mastodon.social

a girl must dream or a girl must die

Despite everything, I still find strength in the imagery of sailing out into the great unknown. I am a venturer of sorts. Great calamity befalls me, yet I persist.

Austrailia used to be like a rare occurrence on any timeline. Now that it''s emotionally significant to me, its fucking everywhere. Its gotta be some kind of frequency illusion...right?

The administrators of the simulation are either having a go at me, or are desperately signalling me.

spending life being seen as insane, only to find kinship, then to be seen insane by the one you thought was kin.

The crushing weight of my inadequacy....

The other day my partner sent me a picture of kafka's journal. Struggled depressively with writing. Guess I'm not alone. I doubt my ability will ever match greats, but at least I'm not alone in the struggle to competently create.

I've come to truly despise the so-called irony of much of the web. It just seems like cowardice and cruelty to me.

It sucks that a lot of assholes are now flooding in. People pointlessly attacking the hosts of this site. Everything gets ruined by humans. I wish I wasn't human. I am ashamed of my kind.

My life feels like its some kind of weird nightmare. Everything could have been different, everything feels like it was supposed to be different. But its not. Motivation means nothing because it just feels like I'll wake up soon.

Every platform I'm on now is just screaming into a void.

Everyone has always thought I was a fucking crazy person. This is nothing new. It just hurts in a new way.

I'd welcome anyone back in if they'd just apologize for completely stabbing me in the heart

My life can be summed up by that one It's Always Sunny In Philadelphia episode where Charlie gets them to pass the health inspection.

I am so freaking scared right now. Mastodon is my little silent room to whimper in.

I forgot it was fucking friday. holy fuck.

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Taxes are done, freelance work submitted, and ghostwriting deal nearly settled.

My sleep schedule is bonkers, but I'm somehow managing to be productive as hell.