What the hell is BRAIN GHOST DIRK doin' there?? (He's cool, I FUCKING GUESS.)

brain: eeeeeh that sounds like effort

me: no it will be fun, you remember fun right? look doesn't this seem fun?

brain: sure, but still sounds like effort though, maybe another time

And it got me thinking. Maybe that's why I'm so good at so many different creative outlets. I've basically based my entire self around being creative.

It's pretty much the only thing I can tell anyone about myself.

I'm creative.

That's it. That's all there is to me.

It makes the burnout worse, because, not only am I too tired to make anything, I've lost a hold on my sense of self.

Sometimes I can get around it by switching projects. Can't write? That's fine, draw.

Can't draw? Also fine, finish a sewing project. And so on.

But sometimes it's too much work to make anything at all. So what then?

Some came from school, some came from home, some came from Skype conversations, some came from talking to myself and some from things I overheard.

Enjoy. And yes. These were all said.

"I have a stick. Fuck you."

"I was a pacifist. But then I got a stick."

"I thought she was actually dead."

"Fucking locomotives."

"... Hentai exists. You ever think about that?"

"They are the children I will never sprout from my uterus."

"Never say that [sentence/pun] again."

"I AM THE NIGHT. I WILL FIGHT SPACE."

"Void vs Universe!"

"That's how you handle the young-uns. Parenting 101 with [Name]."

"Today I discovered I'd probably be a [shitty/neglectful] parent."

"You are best friend."

"Later, skater!"

"Don't sit on my shitty log."

"You don't get sitting privileges."

"LET ME QUOTE."

"Put your child in front of you. Don't literally put your child in front of you!"

"But you can tell mine was shit."

"Look at the luscious green grass. It is very strange."

"It's not warm whatsoever."

"Where's Hard Anal?"

"Throw at me, Daddy."

"He smells like a tent."

"Why are you sniffing him?"

"How are you dying? Do you need doctor? Don't worry, I'm surgeon. Yeaaaah. I'm a surgeon, let me steal your kidneys. I'm a doctor, you don't need your organs, give em to me."

"Give me all your organs."

"I WANT HARD ANAL!"

"Let's sit on this... where something used to be."

"This is where we worship Satan."

"DAISIES."

"I am slipping towards the soul."

"Slave(s). Back stratch."

"YOU LITTLE FUCK. YOU ARE A FUCKBAG."

"GET OUT OF OUR SWAMP, DONKEY."

"I see what you did there - tree-son!"

"All I heard of that was 'WHAT DID YOU DO'?"

"I bleed guilty."

"[Name] just said what if [Name] had a hole in his trousers while you were recording, and then [Name] said that you'd keep the video anyway."

"Not even subtle anymore."

"There's a kid in the tree. We're betting he'll fall out and die."

"Holy shot." "We're trying to escape."

"[Name]. [Name]. Stop."

"What the fuck are you doing?"

"Just wait until whatever lives in there comes out."

"Mm hm that's a good ass... tree."

"We need to make our hole bigger."

"[Name], you're standing on my aesthetics. You're standing in front of my aesthetics."

"Twist dat anus."

"I hunger. I eat your food. Give me all your tea. I'm gonna munch. I'm gonna crunch. Firkc."

"Go in the Earth's butthole."

My brain: She's a berry bitty girl with berry big possibilities and fruit filled fun is the secret to her recipe she may be small, no task is to tall if you need a best bud just give her a call- Me: *Hasn't watched that show in y e a r s*

Brain: hey I have another idea for angst-

Me: okay- can I- can I finish this sheet first then we go on to angst?

Brain: fine..

Me:......what is it-