Kinda anxious and completely without ambition. I don't really desire anything anymore.
Always yearning, always in an Adrianne Lenker kind of way. Only using this old account to anonymously self-publish (even if no one will read it) because that makes it sort of feel like I'm actually accomplishing something and not just wasting away in silence.
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Wicked Winds of Winter
A story set in the ASOIAF universe about grief, rage, ugly emotions and even uglier thoughts. And, of course...