Seasonal depression is a bitch because my life is fine, I just don't really see the point? Like I'm not going to do anything about it I'm just so tired. Tired of not doing anything and being anxious all the time.
I am going through comment withdrawls on ao3 because I haven't posted any oneshots in a little while. I need kudos. I'm addicted.
its been three years, 49 weeks, and some unspecificied amount of days since my attempt. Nothing special about that but I've just been thinking about it. I think it might have been november 12 but I'll never truly know.
put some works on my ao3 as anonymous and I feel so free. Who cares if my friends see my ao3 now. I am free like a bird. A quail with no fear of being shot down.
I don't feel shame too often but I just realized that I've been writing 18+ content since age 13. WHO LET A SOCIALLY STUNTED 13 YO HAVE A PRIVATE NOTES APP! EWW