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[Nov 12th, 7:10pm] |
OH GOD. OH GOD. I HAVE TO ACTUALLY GROW UP AND TAKE RESPONSIBILITY FOR MYSELF AND MY OWN ACTIONS AND MY LIFE IS CHANGING. AND WHAT IS THIS, HAVING TO DEAL WITH THE CONSEQUENCES NONSENSE? WHAT?! THE CHANGE, THE CHANGE! IT'S TOO MUCH. QUICK, GET ME A PAPER BAG. I’M HYPERVENTILATING. I CAN’T DEAL WITH THIS, CALL MY THERAPIST PLEASE, THIS IS AFFECTING MY MOMMY ISSUES, I NEED TO BE MEDICATED NOW! /NOW/. WHAT AM I GOING TO DO?! THIS IS A BIG. FREAKING. DEAL. I CAN’T EVEN FIND A QUOTE TO MATCH HOW TRAUMATIZING THIS SCENARIO IS. OH GOD. WHAT AM I GOING TO DO?! I CAN'T HANDLE THIS. OH GOD WHY?! I CAN'T STAND THIS.
... Sometimes, I think that no matter how much work I do, I’ll always be a bad person worthy of the freezer.
In other news, I'm playing my dream role. Just what I wanted to be: a skank who's obsessed with Chuck.
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