one page down, five to go.

what is my life. i am such a shitty writer right now what is this. usually i am awesome when i am tired/stressed. what is this writer’s block? witchcraft!

at this point this is starting to look weird. i have spent all night staring at double spacing, what is this closeness?

i am kind of freaking out a lot why did i procrastinate this much oh god whyyyyy.

(actually i’m really calm. but also hungry. and bored. and diderot i hate you.)

(but i am a massive knot of energy under the surface, moments away from erupting and drowning everything in ash and lava and shit.)

(that was a volcano metaphor, in case you missed it.)

(this is danielle at two in the morning, in cased you missed that too.)

i am a moron when i am this tired. a goddamn moron. i’m aware of it, but i can’t stop my brain from being so freaking stupid.

also everything is funny.

except diderot. (especially not diderot.)

i have to read for quotes and shit but i am afraid to because reading makes me fall asleep.

i am rambling. and incohesive. incohesive isn’t even a real word. blah.