How brave (your parades never do much)

[ithika]

I think I'm going all angry again. I don't know, actually. Angry isn't the right word at all. No. I think it's the continued stress of the TEE. That's what I'll put it down to.
And when I say anger, it's not. No, I've now officially decided that anger is the wrong word. It's pronounced stress. Because I don't like being hedged in. Mentally, that is. I don't have issues with claustrophobia (that I know of). No, it's mental claustrophobia. Oh yes, I know that well. Bah. Dislike.
Yes. It's bad. But it'll be over soon. Yees.
The good thing about this is that I can draw at the moment, due to my muse not hating me. Unhate from muse is good! But... mental state is bad. Very bad. Circles of bad. *sigh*
And, added to all of that, my goddamn eye won't stop twitching.


Editing? Now there's a novel concept

And just so that everyone knows: I am out of credit

AHAH! This fanfic is great!!!
....no, I'm not telling you what it is. Hah.

I go now. Appologies for nosensical rant above (on the plus side, I feel much better now)