i love when i “make a mental note” of something. it’s gone within 20 seconds

can’t believe i have to go to work when all i want to do is think about the relationship dynamics i have made up between fictional characters

its always Do you have a job and Do you have a boyfriend its never Hows your blog and How are your friends from your blog

writing fanfiction is just. i’m being so creative and original. i’m plagiarizing everyone by accident. i’m a genius. i’m cringe. i’m too angsty. i’m too cheesy. this is not in character. it doesn’t matter that it’s not in character because these are my characters now. i love my hobby. this is the worst possible use of my time. i’m seeking validation. i’m projecting my own personal problems onto this story and i’m barely hiding it. i know so many words and i’m using all of them wrong. im on tumblr posting about it instead of writing it.

being an adult is just saying to yourself “this is the weekend i’ll clean my [x]” and then proceeding to not do that because it’s the weekend and you deserve to relax, goddamnit

its so shiddy when u have to convince yourself to do your hobbies. like, its fun, you like it, why cant you just do it. do it. do it. but what if.... mindless media consumption instead....

im so sorry to the seven thousand of you so far who relate

Every day im at work just waiting to go home, listening to music, trying not to fall alseep, waiting to go home, daydreaming abt my hyperfixations, pretending to work, checking my mails, waiting to go home, thinking abt all the stuff i still have to do when i get home, waiting to g

a bitch just wanna watch horror films & be held, u know?