Me before the finale: they better not end this fucking series without chloe finally realizing Lucifer’s the actual Devil
Writers: ( ^ω^)
Me after: bitch not like that
Tag: i hate this
*male writer voice* i don’t remember her name. it’s not important. i met her at a record store and she went home with me because i offered to buy her cigarettes. she had amazing perky breasts. we drank cheap whiskey and had sex three times that night and then she told me she wanted to be a dragonfly because they were free. i slept with her many times after that. but one day she stopped returning my calls and i don’t know why. that was seven years ago. on monday she got hit by a bus and died. i saw it in the newspaper so i went to her funeral and it made me sad. i don’t know why. i hate my mother even though she pays my rent while i write poetry about masturbating in the shower
Me, doing chores: Plotting story ideas and wanting to write
Me, eating a meal: Plotting story ideas and wanting to write
Me, doing anything else: Plotting story ideas and wanting to write
Me, opening a Word document to write: what is plot?? ideas, nope, don’t have those. words aren’t real.
“I’m a writer,” I whisper as I stare blankly into space over my laptop for the third consecutive hour. Eleven different plots have been born, examined, judged, and killed. My screen is blank. “I’m a writer.”