with every book I read I find my expectations skyrocketing and at this point my grasp on reality is floating away to the point I am cackling at myself in a mixture of horror and admiration. ah yes. fictional characters.
at this point i wonder if i’m ever going to get married
because i hissed when the sun came through the blinds today and interacted with a grand total of one person
so I’m going to just say this is the recoil from an overexposure of people time
my grip on writing is slipping with the one on reality and i will most likely look back on this post with tears in my eyes such is the tragedy of (lololol)