my brother opened his xmas prezzie early and sent me a pic of him using it. when i tried to chastise him about it not being xmas yet, he said, "it's not? must've been an innocent mistake."
what a little shit.
i love him, but now he won't be able to open the prezzie on xmas!
The inspiration is finally dying, I think, and if I wanna finish this story, I'm going to have to rely on my own self-discipline and not mania to do it.
I watched the new She-Ra and it really triggered me. I've been manic for a week, and the lack of sleep has compromised my immune system, but I'm writing, really writing about my feelings and the effect my trauma had on me. So, I guess that's a win?