I think I'm quitting. Its more constipating than you think. You push and push and all you get is a fart. And I'm done pushing.

I'm just reading books like normal humans do. I'm just constipated all the time and for the very little that I write that I like, I cant make up in length, which wont make up for the time theres a random banana clogged in my tubes. I'm done being constipated. I said Id work very hard and all I get is a miserable one paragraph. I don't know how they can just write. I'm burning my beautiful book, the little chunks that exist, and crying. on sale wedding options With Lace Appliques
Just kidding. I'm bumbed.So much thinking and recrafting or god what the hell your supposed to say. Ugh maybe next year the toothfairy might come. hopefully I'm not dead