I'd love to be able to escape from the world by writing some dumb fluffy Milos/Alex shit, but I don't even have the concentration for that, let alone the time.
I'm sick of everything.
Did this when I really shouldn't, but hey, it's not like I've not got time to kill waiting for Firefox to actually work properly. (I've only been waiting eight years for that but somehow the shitweasels just keep making it steadily worse, but I hold out hope.)
I wanna do the written version of this, but I need more concentration for writing than I need for a shitty sketch.
I don't even know why. It's not like writing serves any actual purpose. Not like that sketch does either tbh. Will probably just carry on writing shit in my head instead, but I dunno. It'd be nice to write something other than stock phrases for work for once, but even when I try it's not like I get any more than five minutes in before I get found Something Useful To Do instead. So what's even the fucking point any more?
Asexual, aromantic, and transmasc non-binary. No, I have no idea how I ended up writing romance either.