*staggers out of the scavenged notebooks literally eleven (11) hours later with one (1) bathroom break in there, covered in someone else's blood*
y'all i may have made an Extremely Fatal miscalculation about my day,
#text#personal#writing#aw#lucius#desh#as i told my (sleeping) group chat: don't call that a writing session call it a fucking exorcism#that shit had BETTER be out of my system#i wrote 14 fucking pages. i counted one (1) page and it was slightly over 300 words#there is a chance I wrote TEN FUCKING KAY TODAY#WHAT THE FUCK!!!!!!!#actually. tbh. if we count the words I wrote toward my ACTUAL CURRENT PROJECT. THE ONE I AM MEANT TO BE LOCKED INTO. I did probably crack10k#what--and i cannot stress this enough--the fuck#I did not walk. I did not shower. I did not clean my grapes. I did not hardly fucking move.#between the hours of 2PM and 12:40AM i was so UNBELIEVABLY LOCKED IN#I CANT EVEN ATTRIBUTE IT ALL TO THE MEDS BTW#THE MED ALLEGEDLY WORE OFF AROUND 4:30!!!!!!#I GOT MAAAAYBE 2.5 HRS OF MED FOR THAT#THE OTHER FUCKING NINE WERE JUST ME AND MY PEN CALLUSES AGAINST THE WORLD#i had SUCH an indulgent time yes and i can never let another fucking soul read it#i think i did write myself through a Catharsis though i think that's why the lock in was so strong???#I WANTED TO JOURNAL TODAY AND INSTEAD I WROTE LIKE A SIXTH OF A BOOK
