i think nudity is boring as hell, my tits especially. sometimes i wish i never showed them. but then i think wait what that’s bullshit.
i am always in a bad mood because i am continually disappointed.
i am writing a new book. it is fiction. it might be a bunch of short stories or it might be one long story. once i have two pages written i am like wow this is an entire story in two pages because i am very concise and i feel details are pointless people can make them up on their own. maybe i will turn it into a choose your own adventure and kill off every single character, maybe. i want people to come away from my story feeling absolutely miserable and desperate and then they will be inspired to write a book and when they sit down they will be overcome with grief or something like it.
i always felt like i was better and smarter than everybody else anyway.
