Needed a change.
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I started writing again. On actual paper. I feel better now that I’ve got some things bound between two covers. This is a peace that has been eluding me for a couple of years now. I need to be more expressive if I am to get anywhere in this life. This used to be my one way of balancing my feelings and energies, and it has to be again.
I can’t allow myself to get to the point where I’m bottling so much energy that I cause my motherboard to ground out while plugging in headphones or my phone to crash when I touch it with the other hand bound to my grounding strap (and wearing only underwear, at that). This is stupid and I need to stop being stupid and letting stupid things happen. This is affecting my ability to be an effective leader professionally, and coherent spiritually as well as socially.
So yeah. Writing.
This is 10x funnier if you read it in their voices
i’m sending that outfit to the shadow realm