Headache
I have such a terrible headache… No wonder, considering I wrote six scenes for Raccoon in the Rabbit Hole in less than two days.
And somehow I have to survive because I want to finish the first draft today so I can let it sit for a while. And then I can start working on my new projects which — honestly — I’ve already started.
No wonder I have this headache. My sleep schedule is fucked up to the point where I wake up in the middle of the night because of some stupid dream. And then I start thinking about a new story that won’t let me go back to sleep for another two hours.
Thank you, brain. You are such a great help.
Let’s conquer the world while you completely fuck up my sleep.
Why not?
Fifty tabs open at the same time, all running a marathon.
I had to start using a fucking calendar because I have so many ongoing projects in my head that there is no other way I can make this shit happen.
I got a completely sick idea for a visual novel. It is so terribly unhinged that I don’t even have words for it.
But I will make it anyway.
I just don’t know if I should include it in my future portfolio because it is… sick.
Whatever.
I think something really broke with this new tattoo, and there is no way back.
I didn’t just pour Red Bull on cocaine; I added some vodka orange too.
But I was always meant to be a hard pill to swallow.
And this is my art.
If anyone has a problem with it, I’ll just show them my middle finger and say, “Fuck off.”
I am not writing to be loved. Or even liked.
I am writing to make people think and break the status quo. To question the bullshit over and over again.
And that is fine.
I won’t be liked by everyone.
I can take it.