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oh my gosh i’m really upset about literally everything today, and have no ability to sort any of it out in my head, and i’m just– there’s literally nothing wrong, I’ve got no reason to be upset, but I’m on the verge of freaking out over nothing.
This is very tedious and I would like very much for my brain chemistry to work properly, please and thank you. I would attempt to spend as much of today as possible in a fictional place and get a lot of writing done except I have to finish all of my preparations for going away this coming week for the holidays– and I’m looking forward to it very much, I’m just completely overwhelmed because, probably, my brain’s serotonin receptors aren’t functioning properly.
I’m doing a lot of like, mindfulness and gratitude shit and like, calming breathing and stuff, but I’m just going to have about zero cope today and that’s a damn shame because I have a lot of shit to do. :(
On a more positive note I found it in myself to set the AU I’m Not Writing aside (I got to a point where Angie and Bucky were setting off on a Thelma and Louise style road trip with a box of kittens in the back seat of Angie’s grandma’s car and thought, I can put a pin in this and come back to it) and start on my Stucky Secret Santa, which I have planned out sort of. I meant it to be scorchingly hot smut featuring a damaged Bucky putting Steve’s heart through the wringer, but I have a feeling it’s going to just be really depressing.
WELL ONE CAN’T HAVE EVERYTHING. Or, in this case, literally anything my askee asked for. But whatever.
Also on a good note I got adequate cat schnurgles last night, my dude called me on my whining this morning that she loves him better by pointing out that he totally heard us snoring in tandem last night, he knows we were totally schnurgling. No, she didn’t greet me this morning and yes, she’s currently loving on him instead of me, but she totally schnurgled me all night.
oh my gosh i’m really upset about literally everything today, and have no ability to sort any of it out in my head, and i’m just– there’s literally nothing wrong, I’ve got no reason to be upset, but I’m on the verge of freaking out over nothing.
This is very tedious and I would like very much for my brain chemistry to work properly, please and thank you. I would attempt to spend as much of today as possible in a fictional place and get a lot of writing done except I have to finish all of my preparations for going away this coming week for the holidays– and I’m looking forward to it very much, I’m just completely overwhelmed because, probably, my brain’s serotonin receptors aren’t functioning properly.
I’m doing a lot of like, mindfulness and gratitude shit and like, calming breathing and stuff, but I’m just going to have about zero cope today and that’s a damn shame because I have a lot of shit to do. :(
On a more positive note I found it in myself to set the AU I’m Not Writing aside (I got to a point where Angie and Bucky were setting off on a Thelma and Louise style road trip with a box of kittens in the back seat of Angie’s grandma’s car and thought, I can put a pin in this and come back to it) and start on my Stucky Secret Santa, which I have planned out sort of. I meant it to be scorchingly hot smut featuring a damaged Bucky putting Steve’s heart through the wringer, but I have a feeling it’s going to just be really depressing.
WELL ONE CAN’T HAVE EVERYTHING. Or, in this case, literally anything my askee asked for. But whatever.
Also on a good note I got adequate cat schnurgles last night, my dude called me on my whining this morning that she loves him better by pointing out that he totally heard us snoring in tandem last night, he knows we were totally schnurgling. No, she didn’t greet me this morning and yes, she’s currently loving on him instead of me, but she totally schnurgled me all night.
