...what the hell...
Will sleep do at this point?
*i say as I crawl into my bed wrapping blankets around me like a human burrito and cuddling a wolf plushy*
I am a creature of night.
Fear me
I have a whole possible way something could go. With that I think I should just do it. However it could go another way and... That could be, in short, not good.
Reading my old writings ranges from
"Aw I remember when we first started that" to "aw I remember what I was feeling at that exact moment and the emotions and the feels and that broken chair and the asdfghjkl"
@Explosive_Killer yup. 1 of two things happen when I look back on my writings. "yea, I remember that cool idea! nice work!" or "what In the holy hell was I thinking when I wrote that?"