Just writing here to vent I guess. I kind of really want a drink or a smoke or something right now. Stressed, scared.
I feel like I'm going to fail, I'm afraid I am. The real world is absolutely terrifying and I'm in it.I need to work harder, I need to do more, I have the motivation (read: fear) required to do so but it just stops me in my tracks. It doesn't get me to do more, it gets me to curl up and do less.
Money is a real thing, and it can suck my dick as I write my way into the poorhouse.
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