Lappy trees, happy life

Damn. I love paying 480 rubles a month for Crunchyroll to watch a show I abandoned, and is no longer available on its' own producer's free website. How the fuck are you today?

I love how I can organize some fucking amazing story, come up with some of the most well-thought-out plotlines, and get to writing snippet scenes, but fail miserably in actually finding a sense of perfection, or at least to the point I feel willing to publish it. Like everything I write feels as if it were but a cheap imitation of the stories I love, and that it might not live up to whatever hype I built up for it in myself. I'm sure you some 10-odd random persons on the internet know what it's like.

I honestly love it when I make a comment on some random poster board that has either nothing relating to the post itself or just a random hot-take and people get all hot and pissy about it. Can blud not take a few words doused in vinegar or something? Genuine entertainment. Or is this shit just me?

Well happy 2nd anniversary on Wattpad.

How has your day been?

The world's a funny place, isn't it? One moment you could be calmly writing out an epic fight scene, and the next you're trying to calculate length to mass ratio of Slenderman.

Two days and still no "Happy Birthday?" Okay. ..

It's a brutal, dangerous world out there, but I've found my way. Chaos is my home, and I'll make sure you never escape it.

Is your name Russian on space hey, is that you?

What the fuck?! How is the Ruin DLC better and more linear than the base fucking game? (The Mimic's lore is also pretty cool, I guess.)