I Am Who I Am

“I don’t like this song because I can’t relate to it” skill issue. I’m mad at my husband I love my girlfriend I’m a lone cowboy I’m growing old I’m growing up I’m depressed I love my friends I’m perpetually horny I’m drunk at the club I love my husband again

[ID: A member of the clergy seated in a chair taking a mirror selfie showcasing an ankle monitor. The caption over the image reads, "It turns out god isn't the only one that can judge me" /end ID]

[Image ID: Post on X.com from no context memes @ nocontextmemes consisting of a meme image originally by @ clownluvrr. The image it titled “reading your own writing is a spectrum” above a horizontal line with arrows on both ends. The left end is labeled “I am the voice of a generation” and the right end is labeled “I’m never opening a word document again” /end ID]

Writers have two modes and they are "i haven't written in three weeks and i am rotting from the inside and everything feels wrong and i don't know who i am anymore" and "i wrote for four hours straight and forgot to eat and it's dark outside and when did that happen and i feel like a god" and there is nothing in between. no chill. no medium setting. just famine or feast and a very confused nervous system.

writing is all fun and games until the scene requires a location

the document is open. the energy is hostile. send help ◝(ᵔᗜᵔ)◜

i have decided the book will finish itself out of respect for my lifestyle

writing tip: put words on page. hope this helps. i will not be taking questions because i have not done this

aftercare for posting on ao3

your fic was good you did grammar good you’re the kind of freak people like everything’s cool dude :^)