It's nighttime all the time

Hey, remember when my brain wasn't a writers-blocky douchebag all the time? That was nice.

I SUCK.

I've spent the past few hours trying to edit the beginning of my story to my satisfaction, but guess what? Turns out my satisfaction doesn't exist at the moment. And because I'm me, I feel nearly incapable of moving on until I'm happy with how something starts (I also refuse to let anyone read what I've written until I post it publicly. I just don't work like that). Cue: brick wall of frustration. Now picture me banging my head against it. Roarraaarghhhh. I feel like throwing a frakkin' tantrum right now, straight-up.

I'm giving up for now. I'm at that point where the words on the screen no longer even seem like words. It's just ielahglihgoiahgoigh

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Ugh. Stupid LIFE.

Okay, I'm done.

I'll end with this ThunderAnt clip, which suits my mood pretty well at the mo'. These two are so hilarious.

*edited to add: For unrelated fun, here's a non-cranky one I know bloodwrites will appreciate: