-Don't expect these blogs to become a trend with me, I hate bringing my real life problems into fimfiction.
I also have the nagging feeling posting this blog is gonna be a bad idea, but, whatever I guess.
So, I'm wondering, why am I still here? I'm never gonna write anything serious, I'm only a shitposter and pretty much all of my on-site pals either gave up on this place already or they don't come on as much as before.
So of course, right when I only have two more chapters to go on "Grief," we hit this point...
Hey, guys!
So I've put out two blogs so far about this, but I know a lot of you ignore blogs or don't have blogs enabled or whatever, or put off things you wanna do/see in blogs and then forget later. It's all cool.
Ah, I totally neglected to mention this until now, didn't I? How to start...
My little sister is making me spend more of my money.
Honestly I just feel like giving a list of updates and the title of this blog doesn't reflect that but I gave up on it so have a happy.
as of the writing of this post, i will have been sort of settled in my new place for about a month—a month since i've gotten my own room with something proper to sleep on, anyway.
Expectation: My ADHD pills will help me focus and get a ton of writing done!
Reality: My ADHD pills helped me masturbate for 5 straight hours!
( this is a large part of why I failed college, by the way)
Hello dear readers, people who wandered here by mistake, and possibly my mother if she remembers her password,
Chapter 7 of Children of the Sun is posted, you can find it here.
This happened.
This is an actual conversation that happened. Slightly edited and streamlined to be easier to read, but accurate nonetheless. I am legitimately this fucking dumb. But, shit, might as well be me who tells the story.
Aragón: and then my pharmacist asked my sister if I'm always “like this”
Aragón: which I honestly took as a compliment?
Aragón: but I guess I technically can’t go back to that place anymore
Well, there are eleven days left for the deadline of the contest (remember: February 2nd), and so far we have one submission and sixty-seven goddamn applications.
Jesus fuck, my judges are going to die. I ain't, however. You can't kill what's already dead, and -- well, y'all read the berry blog already. Some things, a man can't come back from. I think biologically you can't classify me as human anymore. Gagh.