#ok i cannot post this on my tiwtter

[onceuponanaromantic]

my lit tutor/h3 supervisor (on why renaissance poets like andrew marvell have really structured poems): why not anyhow write? like modern poetry you just write because you feel like writing.

me, loudly and judgingly looking because again, this is my h3 supervisor who knows my thoughts on modern poetry. in detail.

my lit tutor, looking at me: yes (syl) knows this very well. unfortunately for her, the poets she’s studying are both fond of free verse and have an unfortunate case of verbal diarrhoea.

me: cackling my head off while everyone in class stares at me

[crookedkryptonitebeliever]

Comtext: a few days ago i was ranting and venting, hysterical crying type of screaming on tumblr. I posted it privately and forgot what i vomited onto this post, like i remember vaguely its cause i feel like i didnt do anything productive this week but not specifically what i typed out

So i decided to reread it and analyse, trying to see how can i help myself, thinking its some heavy and serious stuff i let out and wow it ended up so fucking funny i shit u not i was laughing at the end of it 😭

Cw: rant, vent

Oh god oh fuck my progesterone wore off and now i felt like i did nothing for the entirety of my life and i am going to go to hell and i am fuckinf useless god please i am fuckinf breakinf down i am going to paint make a three point turn in my life go back to workingout holy shir ANYTHING i feel so bad and i felt i wasted my hours i am so not cool rn i wanna puke piss cum i dont know i wasted so much time lazing around feeling unmotivated n shit and now estrogen is here kickinf my ass and yelling at me that i am running out of TIME and i am going to amount tp NOTNIFN if i dont finish a whole davinci painting by 11pm today or cook a whole meal for 200 people salmon ceviche or master fucking programminf skills by today or do a whole room interiot designing or contribute to ANYTHINF creative or speak a whole differetnt ass language god why did this hqppen i am so shit rn i feel so shit god end my misery its fucking 8pm this is so painful i need to guckifn rant my thumbs just wont stpp tapping awayv because im cryig and i feel so not good for not doign ANYTHIGN MY GOD this is terribke and im paradoxially wasting time doing this rantwhere i could start like.m.m. LEARNING COMPUTER LANGUAGE??? COBRA++ OR SOME SHIT??? What is the cokputer language i know its named after a snake...... I ahve so much free time yet im wastong it on TIKTOK and TIWTTER and INSTEAGRM the brain rotting agent and theres war everywhere and i cant do shit about it because im literally powoerless ina place where i cannot do anythinf about it i feel so shit too and WHY CANT I USE JSUT MY FREE TKME FOR PRODUCTIVIGIY IM SORRY ESTROGEN i will never have this much free time ever again in my life and IM still not using it to become a DEITY yet, fuck me i feel so bad and everuyhing is so boggling rn qnf im ranting ion a tumbtl post where its just onge whoel wall of incoherent textc ok i am have to pukl muyself tofhete i need to delete tiktok n twitter n instagramm god why did i jot do it sooner i am gonna say it again I feel like shyit i hope the new day i can takmckle the shit i wanna do an i did a list it has 20 hings onnit and serijg it makes me heasgdage goodbgye