Ugggggggggh, so I can’t write and I can’t draw. Right now…actually, I’ve probably never been able to do either of those by people were just far too nice to tell me, because they all think I’m a derp. 

I don’t know what to do in the Grigg/Sansa I’ve been writing, and it’s not even close to being done, and I should have a fecking team of beta readers to look it over and fix it up, even though I’ve caught most of the old fuck-ups, to help it flow better. I feel like I should try writing other things, and I have three other fics started very minimally, but I need to actually get people’s opinions on them because they need work BADLY. And any inspiration I get from prompts dies almost as soon as I start writing for it, so I don’t know what to do with that feeling. I need prompts, to try and live again, but if I can’t write much, I feel like they suck.

And I have all these teenager feels right now, and who decided teenagers should be so fecking emotional?

AND WHY DID MY BROTHER BREAK OUR SCANNER? What did I do to deserve this?