You could show me all the famous comedy specials in the world and I wouldn't laugh at it as hard as I laugh at making the chess pieces slide off in Clubhouse Games.
There's no stranger group of people than artists who ignore messages asking about commissions. I literally want to give you money and you're just going to ignore it?
Wait, wasn't December 24 a week ago? Does time not exist? Am I going to have to keep being anxious until tomorrow? Do I need to get psychiatric help with my anxiety?
I've never been called out harder by a stranger on Twitter than I was just now by "the neurodivergent urge to hide in the bathroom to take a break from social gatherings."
I'm supposed to hear back from the Shroom team I believe on Friday and it's fucking killing me. Goddamn unreasonable fear of everyone hating everything I do.
Is it a social anxiety thing to say literally anything and be like "oh my god, everyone is going to tell me how much they hate me and don't care about what I have to say"?