It's almost like if I don't have to suffer under capitalism for 40-60 hours a week I have the mental and emotional bandwidth to do the thing I love most: perform fanfic exorcisms from the depths of my brain.
Haven't written 6k in literal years. Haven't written 2k in literally years.
And sure, it's messy and bad and unedited and probably will never see me press publish on it to ao3, but holy shit does it feel good to know I can at least write down more than four sentences again. Haven't been able to do that since before the pandemic.












