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i am going to work on that damned thing i've been trying to write and actually finish it so HELP ME god. there will be no scribbling. no gaming. no frolicking around on the guitar. no off-key singing and no reading. until it's done.
(i'm exaggerating, but it's a way to get motivated, i guess).
(there will be reading. a lot of it).
(the bug is weak.)
#bug says with determination as they reach to pick the guitar up from its resting place smh#like realistically. i have. more than half of it done. i just need to. finish it. then never look at it again#but this part is so hard. ignoring that fact that i haven't written anything cohesive in years i've. never written anything like this#(it's not good by any measure of the imagination. BUT i gotta start somewhere i suppose. get better by doing and all that jazz.)#(*jazz hands*)#(i just have a lot of misdirected determination and a need to shout into the void to get it out of my head.)#(so i can stop foaming at the mouth like a feral raccoon)#so i can maybe start on one of the other ten ideas i've had because at this point they are haunting me#laughing at me and i can't take it anymore#personal#please.. i am begging you.. i need the brainspace to learn about wood and not about.. pathetic.. soppingly wet.. fictional gays..
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