Ganaram Inukshuk

Drinking a root beer float sounds like when I have horrible nasal congestion. I also drank a root beer float for the first time in literally forever.

Ehh, why can't we have a metric system that works by eights instead of tens?

Even though the train has left the airplane hangar now, would anyone have liked to see a request thread from me?

Every time I ask for something here, I never get a response. Typical...

Fun fact: a piano has 2^88 (3.0948501 × 10^26) ways to press down all the keys, including pressing down all the keys and not pressing down any keys at all.

Great, more negativity to drive me away from here. Not that I can be driven any further away; I've been in this corner since S3.

Have you ever felt ashamed of what you made? That's a feeling I still have problems getting over.

I guess the state of my mental health shouldn't be a priority, then. Perhaps I'd be better off not feeling any emotions at all if it keeps me fron deviating from what I should be expected to do. If there was a way for me to maintain my parents' expectations of me without complaint, i would do it, even if it means never feeling a shred of enjoyment or purpose ever again. #NoOneCares

I have finally found the thing that me from the past would've really liked: a sentence generator.

I know how I am when I feel like I'm being denied something and I will say it is not pretty, and I'm terribly sorry for how I acted yesterday. I don't wanna give the impression that I'm trying to force feedback out anyone not do I longer wish to do so.

I made the mistake of watching the important videos playlist. Help.

I officially lost it at "my name is activia and im a musician"

I said that I would see a psychologist to resolve everything that's wrong with me but I've done nothing at all. Everything else became more important than my mental health, so maybe I should just accept my mental health being absolutely crap and pretend it isn't so as to not anger or disappoint anyone. I don't care.

I shouldn't try to disappear at the least opportune time; also, what happened...?

I wonder, should I change my avatar to Sandbat (batpony Sandbar) for this month? 

I'm starting to realise that working in isolation means no feedback, no motivation, no confidence, no morale boost, no way to spitball ideas, and no progress.

Most of the time I resort to working alone because I have no choice but to do so; because I can't trust anyone; because only I can understand what I have planned the best and no one has been able to understand or follow what I have; because no one offers to help me; because my ideas are too complicated; because maybe how I'm doing things is the wrong way; because whatever.

This isn't about my art by the way, it's a problem I have with myself.

I don't want to work alone, but I will if I absolutely have to.

I'm still sick from making myself sick from stress or something. Yay...

If depression is peeling a potato with another potato, learned helplessness is forgetting the difference between a potato and a potato peeler; even when someone offers an actual potato peeler, you throw it back at them because all you see is another potato.

If I don't come back tomorrow, that means I'm buried under a mountain of sand. At that point, send an excavation crew to SoCal to dig out all the sand.

If the plural of tooth is teeth, that means the plural of boop is beep (and the plural of scroons is screens).

If you manage to wake me up when September ends, everyone will be talking about Christmas and Halloween already.

If you're bored enough, anything becomes entertaining. Does that sound right?

Is it Candy Distribution Night yet?

Is it counterproductive to work on a kitchen? (Think about it.)

Is it ever ok to make something and immediately disown it?