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If you see me looking zoned out it’s cuz im having a therapy session with myself in my head

I’m choreographing a fight scene to whatever song I’m listening to

I’m running possible dialogue for my writing over and over until the scene has no meaning

“who hurt you?” i whisper to my characters as i plot more ways to hurt them

It’s been a long time since I’ve felt so personally attacked.

My five brain cells when we finally get to the scene I wanted to write:

“what are you gonna do, cry about it?” yes . the fuck