mortality cartographer (beeooll) wrote,
mortality cartographer

intellectual dry heave

I feel like I'm trying to give birth to a Ford Excursion...

or something.
It feels like this tremendous pressure, emotional, and instead of gushing out when I continue to scratch it open, there's this anticlimactic "puhhhh." Nothing. Not even a whimper with adequate conviction. It's a festering mess waiting to happen.

Maybe I just ought to let it.
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