Spiral's Spiderlike Soliloquy #23

So, after spending somewhere around 30 minutes trying to figure out how to upload an image to a bulletin post, I indeed give up. For all you people know I am AI generated and not real. You will never see the peak setup that I write on every fucking time. WhatEVER!

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╯︿╰ Currently QUITE insane!!!!!!!!!!!! QUITE QUITE QUITE. TODAY IS QUITE STRANGE. I AM ALMOST TEMPTED TO SIT DOWN AND STUDY JUST TO NOT HAVE TO THINK ABOUT ANYTHING.

I HAD COFFEE. I DRANK IT OUT OF ONE OF MY NEW TEACUPS FROM THE FLEA MARKET. IT WAS SUCH AN EMPOWERING FEELING. THAT'S WHY I AM SO INSANE RIGHT NOW. WELL, ONE OF THE REASONS, I THINK. OUUUUGH.
WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE? FUCK.
THE SUN FELT SO NICE ON MY SKIN THIS MORNING. THE BREEZE COMING IN THROUGH THE TRAIN WINDOW FELT SO NICE THIS MORNING. THE WARMTH OF THE ENGINE REACHING MY SEAT IN THE BACK OF THE BUS FELT SO NICE THIS MORNING. I WOKE UP AT FOUR IN THE FUCKING MORNING INSTEAD OF 5:30AM LIKE I INTENDED TO. I SAW A LADYBUG, AND I GOT JUMPED BY A LOCAL FERAL CAT THAT PATROLS MY BUILDING. IMAGINE JUST MINDING YOUR BUSINESS AND SNAPPING A PHOTO OF A LADYBUG ONLY TO HEAR A LOUD THUMP BEHIND YOU AND SEEING SOMETHING MOVE IN THE CORNER OF YOUR EYE, ONLY TO REALIZE IT IS A QUITE ADORABLE-LOOKING FELINE. AAAAAAAAGH.

I WANT TO DO SO MUCH. I WANT TO DO SO MUCH AND NOTHING AT ALL AT THE SAME TIME. LIKE, JESUS FUCK. I WANT TO WRITE I WANT TO DRAW I WANT TO STUDY I WANT TO GO RUN DOWN THE HILL AND HURT MYSELF OUTSIDE I WANT TO FLIP MYSELF UPSIDE DOWN I WANT TO JUST I'm going so positively insane I don't know what the fuck is going on with me just AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH FUCK. I GOT THE OTHER HALF OF MY FUCKING AMERICAN LITERATURE EXAM RESULTS AND, BESIDES THE FIRST 9/10 I GOT, I WOKE UP TO A FUCKING 10 OUT OF MOTHERFUCKING 10. HOW. I HATED THE SOUND AND THE FURY. I WAS HAVING A BRAIN ANEURYSM WHILE WRITING THAT WRETCHED ESSAY. WAS I... DID I JUST PROJECT MY BORDERLINE INSANE BEHAVIOR ONTO QUENTIN AND PSYCHOANALYZE HIS WEIRD SISTER-LOVING TENDENCIES WELL ENOUGH TO GET THE HIGHEST ACHIEVABLE GRADE? HUH? HUH? HUUUUUH? FUCK. I WANT TO CUSS IN EVERY LANGUAGE I KNOW. I WANT TO GRAB MY LAPTOP AND SMASH IT AGAINST SOMEONE'S HEAD.
what are you so... invigorated for, huh?
I'M NOT ANGRY BY THE WAY. I'M FUCKING ECSTATIC. NERVOUS, ANXIOUS, TREMBLING, BUT EEEEEEEEEECSTATIC. FUCK FUCK FUCK. FUCK IT IMMA GO MAKE MY RUNESCAPE CHARACTER BEFORE MY FRIEND GOES INSANE. (IF THE GIF I POST BELOW TURNS OUT TO BE BROKEN, NVM.) I'M GOING ON SOME RANDOM ASS VOLUNTEERING IN LIKE 2 DAYS BECAUSE I WANTED TO HELP A FRIEND OUT AND IT MIGHT BE FUN. I FORGOT MY FANCY BLACK SHIRT AT MY PARENTS' AGAIN. FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK.