my brothers are so weird

maybe i’m jumping to conclusions here but i think i might be burned out on writing short stories. i guess if you write like 700 of them it’s hard to feel that you’re doing anything new or creative by adding another to the pile: it starts to feel like it’s the same-old, same-old with different characters.

this might be why my brain’s been telling me to write some smut: i never really did do a lot of that.

and then of course longfic is a worthy contender, but unfortunately longer ideas require a lot of thought and consideration and planning and i just don’t really have the energy–which sucks bc when do i not have really long ideas to write

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.
Move on, leave, run away, escape this place… but don’t forget about me, about us, about this town. Always remember where you come from so you can appreciate how far you’ve come.
—  c.j.n.