shut the fuck up

I don’t have time to think about what I’m going to do about it. If I let myself think instead of just doing the stuff, I may think too much and realize there’s a back door exit to all of this.

I miss the days I believed I was dumb. Now that I’m fully aware I am not dumb, I have to actually find out what I’m capable of. How exhausting.

I could be a 30-something peasant playing video games at my mom’s house. But unfortunately I got an ass ton of therapy. Trusted the nice girl with Michelle Obama arms. Started a business. Learned how to thrive without medication or a husband. Figured out how to study despite my dyslexia. I went and fucked around and quickly found out. Now I feel shit and know shit. And the more you know shit, the more you’re not ok with shit.

So here’s what I’m going to do. I’m going to write then go get a drink. Wake up tomorrow make my coffee, domme the patriarchy and fuck up a whole lot of unfair shit.