Angry...? · 2:45am Jun 4th, 2021
Thorax: Pharynx, can I tell you something without you getting mad at me?
Pharynx:
Thorax: Pharynx, can I tell you something without you getting mad at me?
Pharynx:
Annnd Act 2 officially finished! Honestly, I'm so pleased I've made it this far. I've never thought I'd actually get around to putting these ideas down on paper (well, computer screen, I guess) so not only getting to this point, but looking further ahead and thinking to myself, 'yeah, I can totally get there in due time' is so invigorating.
Melody curled up in the Ether, which, as usual, was empty and alone. She hid her eyes with her wings, struggling not to cry. She hated that the Ether couldn't let anyone in without her taking them in. Just once, she wanted someone to care, but her friends couldn't come to her, and she often didn't feel like going to them when she was upset.
I'll spare you the wall of text by linking you a google doc that has said wall of text.
https://docs.google.com/document/d/10NNHgZOW4Rz9DhCtzjUsa-ZZcR9jv1VmQqdFLDfvWpY/edit?usp=sharing
But basically it's unbelievable that after this whole year of being desensitized to this circus parade of a presidential election, this is what fucking sends me reeling. Unforgivable.