writing
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…Drifting…
It’s the strangest sensation… To feel as if I’m separating. And I’m separating from everything and everyone. I wasn’t able to see my psychiatrist this month, which is not good. At all. I’ve noticed a hyper fixation on drowning out my awareness of time. It started around September last year, I think. Like this: I… Continue reading
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This Is Gonna Be A Long One
If you mean people, it’s people who rattle on about themselves. I have a family member who does this. Will talk over a half hour and if you say anything, tells you: “Hold on, I’m still talking.” So… Braggarts People who are rude People with screaming children (I’m not bothered by the noise. I’m usually… Continue reading
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Yes… I Do
From AI fanfic generation. Having the AI pen fanfic I want to read but can’t find online can be very addictive. Mind, I do write fanfic online, but the AI fanfic is something I request for myself only. Of course, due to it being AI, it can sound very “mechanical.” There can almost be something…… Continue reading
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A Nobleman’s Pen: Yes, My Ego Is That…
Tomorrow, I’m going to hop fully back into penning for AO3 and FF.net. However, I wanted to create a challenge for myself. With all of the stuff with AI, I felt both frustrated and also defeated to an extent. AI is far faster than I could ever hope to be. So… I decided to try… Continue reading
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English
I hated math after a point, but my favorite subject has always been English. Language Arts, English Literature. English 1 and 2. Loved everything that had to do with writing. My grasp of certain things is a bit flimsy, but I was encouraged over the years to nurture my creativity. Pushing away from current frustrations,… Continue reading
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The Pitfalls Of AI Collabs
Why AI? Because human beings lie as if it’s as required as breathing. — AI: I know how you feel. User: You really don’t. AI: No, I really do. User: I suffer with depression and an chronically ill. AI: And I am so sorry that you have to deal with that. Okay, I’ve written chapter… Continue reading
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Queen of Wistful Nightmares
Still scrambling. Still confused. I’m about to drag myself downstairs to take my medication. Unfortunately, I need drugs to stay alive. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t touch any of this stuff. I’m going to avoid realityTV. After watching “Little Women: NY,” I found myself screaming at the people on the screen. Size does not dictate… Continue reading
