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this is so dumb. I just hate all of this. I don’t want it. I wanna do something I like but I don’t want the threat of being poor hanging over my head all the time. This sucks.

Ugghhhh fuck this shit alreadyyyy

I think it’s just that I have a hunger and a fire and a desire, and I don’t think that’s everyone’s thing. I may not be polished around the edges but I have my fire, and that’s what makes me powerful.

I don’t even know man

There seems to be a weird relationship between who I am and who I want to be. Like the mind and the heart again. Maybe time to sit down and write some things down.

:))))

Ok, well I guess I’ll just say it: I’m jealous of my friends who are doing cool things right now while I’m waiting. I think I’m just bored and need a distraction. Maybe I can start writing more. Maybe I can be researching moving options. This is the hard part, Grace. Let’s spend it well, right? Maybe we’ll look at more scriptwriting stuff. Maybe that’s the direction to go in.

why does my body feel like a burden

realizing the desire for care. and the desire for confession.

it just kind of makes me :(