Not even having the energy to vent your thoughts and feelings because the back of your head is like "doesn't matter anyway" so you start playing games to distract you but the fucking hunt mark in ffxiv is nowhere to be found and you end up thinking again.
Like I've been in the process of just accepting my fate as being on the bottom of the barrel I guess
Wanting twitter to implode in on itself but also not wanting it to disappear because I am a baby with no money and my art on twitter being noticed has given me a few extra bucks every year and idk how I would handle it all disappearing again. What I managed those years is too small to carry over.
Shaving your legs as a guy is so funny, I feel how poodles who just had a trim look, except reversed (belly, chest,pubic and arms still hairy) Anyway that was exhausting but I refuse to leave the house with SHORT shorts on and hair on my legs.
I don't know how to bring that up either, it's such a big can of worms, but it's the second or third time now and god knows how much more often it will happen.Just be straight with me and don't wave it off like I'm some weirdo or make a face.