I rather enjoy them, because I am usually quite impressed with myself when I am done with them, but all the same . . . I'd like to do something else.
I should be writing happier personal stuff, because life, the universe, and everything are treating me well enough at the moment. I guess happiness isn't as inspiring as fictional pain, and surprised by that I am not. I get so much more invested in the unreal than I ever allow myself to do with reality. Woot.
Anywho, this is the blog equivalent of a Tumblr text post.
Filed under: about me, personal, life stuff, lame
On, my dear friend.
ReplyDeleteI love you as you are, and the stuff that's so uninteresting to you isn't so to me, and I know that means so little but there you go; I understand love of a fandom, but then you can love both.