So I came home from class for just over two hours. I ate some food, watched last night’s spn, and accidentally fell asleep for a half hour. So now I’m probably even more tired and I have to go to a three hour class and then hopefully be secure enough to go to my friends birthday thing.
I have to write a solid short story in a week. I started one but decided I hated it. So ive started another. Its going to be depressing. Which is what I know how to write more than anything else. But I can’t get past the first page. Writing is the all time worst.
the worst kind of sexism is the kind that’s quiet and pervasive. that sits and lurks and slips out of the mouths of men that you like and trust. when people casually dismiss your humanity and don’t even realize they’ve done exactly that. when it’s so casual and natural that sometimes you don’t even catch it.