@FmrRepMTG Amanda Arnold with Georgia Power said:
“The number one thing is to keep your thermostat to 78 degrees, and your ceiling fans to help you feel cool. And I know this sounds a little bit warm..."
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a still life of a middle school in the spring.
mud season, croc tracks on the front lawn, snowbanks next to parent pickup melting. faded, broken pencils strewn in the mudgrass; a bag of doritos that fluttered out of a backpack.
a new front door with bullet proof glass.
"i never see you at the club." i look in the mirror and see a stranger. i look in the mirror and see a bloated, petulant child bruised and battered by time. i have almost no concept of self and what i do is crumbling into an obsidian sea of nothingness
so what i'm trying to say is that I suck, i'm a shitty writer, i'm delusional, i have no work ethic, my projects are weird and esoteric, my grammar is poor at best, i can't proofread for shit, i suck at marketing, i don't know what an adverb is AND I'M GOING TO KEEP WRITING
so what i'm trying to say is that I suck, i'm a shitty writer, i'm delusional, i have no work ethic, my projects are weird and esoteric, my grammar is poor at best, i can't proofread for shit, i suck at marketing, i don't know what an adverb is AND I'M GOING TO KEEP WRITING
so what i'm trying to say is that I suck, i'm a shitty writer, i'm delusional, i have no work ethic, my projects are weird and esoteric, my grammar is poor at best, i can't proofread for shit, i suck at marketing, i don't know what an adverb is AND I'M GOING TO KEEP WRITING
because the alternative--accepting that I'm mediocre, accepting that I haven't done nearly enough work---is so much harder than believing, wholeheartedly, that I could write some magical thing that would lift me out of obscurity.
because the alternative--accepting that I'm mediocre, accepting that I haven't done nearly enough work---is so much harder than believing, wholeheartedly, that I could write some magical thing that would lift me out of obscurity.
because the only thing more pathetic than the sad fat "oversensitive" manchild in the corner is the one who has delusions of meaning something or producing something that is "worth reading". i made a viral tumblr meme. i made viral nihilistic dog memes. IT MEANT NOTHING TO ANYONE
EXCEPT FOR ME. and the sad part is that I ACTUALLY FOOLED MYSELF INTO THINKING THIS WAS A FUCKING PATH FORWARD! Because at the end of the day, what am I good at--even nominally--EXCEPT THIS?