Going to the Apple Store is a humiliation ritual
Just went to the Apple Store to fix my Apple Pencil. At the end the guy asked to see my art and I just opened my procreate to a sea of gay fan art and had to scramble to find something that wasn't.
This was an improvement from last time I was there and I sobbed coz they told me my MacBook was gonna have to be wiped and it eventually opened to a pixelated image of Morgana from bbc Merlin. I then sat there for 40 minutes with it open as I tried desperately to back it up (still while crying). My MacBook was not able to be fixed. Her last breathe was this image of Morgana.
