heeelllp I'm so lost in the weeds of research I cannot find my way back to the road of progress. I'm not even DOING any research at this point. I'm just laying down. in the weeds. lost.

time to crawl back to the wip and start actually fucking writing again

have watched about a dozen documentaries and read an autobiography at this point. to say nothing of all the medical articles and reddit posts. chapter 16's sitting at 600 words after three days. pleeeeease I'm beeeeegging you (me) to fucking WRITE

fuuuck I LOVE not having a migraine. some real "yay! yippee!" kinda shit. bright-eyed and attentive for the first time all day. why is dinner the only thing that can cure me.

62k words in just under four months... jesus christ. genuinely who am I.

oh god I just realized it's even worse, that was the last chapter of this arc. it's time to start a whole new folder

anyway I'm literally never changing anything about the way I write for any reason. fuck you.

I do not have good reason to believe my parents would understand the concept of being aroace so we will simply remain "good friends"

(it's crunchy 'cause it got doodled in the corner of something else I was working on)