I Am Nooooot Locked The Fuck In. Im Locked The Fuck Out. Call The Locksmith

A restaurant named You're Not Supposed To Be Here, where the whole point is that the vibes are unnerving. The lighting is weird, the whole place has a faint scent that's not a bad smell, but it's certainly not food smell and you can't quite identify what the hell it is. The music is weirdly janky and you can't quite tell what's wrong with it, the vocals aren't exactly garbled but sung in a language you swear you've never heard anywhere and couldn't name if you tried. Only hiring staff who have anxiety and they're 100% permitted to show how much your presence here stresses them out.

googling shit like "why do i feel bad after hanging out with my friends" and all of the answers are either "you need better friends" (i don't; my friends are wonderful) or "your social battery is drained, you need to rest and regain your energy levels" (i don't; i've got tons of energy, it's just manifesting as over-the-top neurotic mania). why is this even happening. it's like some stupid toll i have to pay as a punishment for enjoying myself too much

Look, you guys... there truly is no right way to find inspiration. Today, I ended up writing from the perspective of an undercover alien exploring earth for the first time and deadass my only inspiration was a convo my friends were having about how I could be the next Diddy if I went on a date with my 17 year old friend who keeps asking me out.

According to her, my "street name" is now K Diddy and I have no choice in the matter.

Right next to each other in the feed 😂 (there was an ad right in between unfortunately tho)

I do my best writing when I’m sleep deprived.

Switching between these every day

what the computer screen sees as i write the most gut-wrenching scenes of my novel

reblogging because "nice cock, kill yourself" will now be my sign off for the rest of forever

My one friend group can't stop saying, "See you in hell!" in a cheerful voice instead of, "Talk to you later!" and my other friend group can't stop calling things "penis" instead of "cool" or "good", so I just unironically uttered the phrase, "Sounds penis, see you in hell," as I got off the phone.