i hate that a part of me is still thinking about this video but also i hate that i feel bad for feeling that bad because of a dumb video but also what that girl said was so violent and the commentaires were limite worse than the video and I’m mad at myself for not stopping the video when i realized that there was nothing relevant in it.
i started reading some random book and it’s so ridiculous, i keep on alternately closing my eyes to take a break from the annoyance and laughing like a 12 years old, also at this point I’m guessing the main guy is going to turn out being the lord Farquhar or something at the end
some years ago i went to visit london with my family and some family friends.
it happened we ate at bella italia.
sometimes at night i still have nightmares about it.
do you ever get most of the way trough an art project for a class then realize that it is way too personal actually and you will not be at all comfortable disscussing what it is about with the rest of the class and you are not going to be comfortable with a critique of it havahahbbabbb
just realized this fic needs a tiny little bit of “plot”. whatever that might be. disgusting