I doubt it will do a darned thing but I suppose it won’t hurt. Sending it to the official OnceABC account would probably be the most logical thing to do, we know how ABC loves their social media.
Reminded today that I am horrible at grieving. Last night, I had to be quiet so I didn’t wake roomies, so I couldn’t cry like I needed to. Today in car, eyes would not stop leaking. Get home, give myself full permission to sob so I can get it OUT and stop this nonsense and… nothing. My stomach hurts and I am mildly teary.
My meltdown after 315 was nearly a decade in coming and I was so hopeful I could get this out in an appropriately-timed manner. I just need to cry and pick up and move on with my life but right now I am too upset to be functional but not upset enough to let it out. Today was a wise day to schedule myself off :). I can’t even read fanfic and y’all know fanfic is like my air!!!
Bah, this is why I am not allowed to ship. I have inappropriate emotional responses to unimportant stuff… I swear I am going to make a poster of all of the craptastic hurtful stuff that happened in the whopping two months I was in this fanbase and put it on my wall, so I remember next time I am tempted. It will just start with the numbers, “315.” For something that is “not important,” why does it hurt so bad?!
(Yes, this post was all about me and not about SF. All I have to say about that is to repeatedly yell “IT’S EFFING RIDICULOUS!!” at the top of my lungs and that’s just not productive. That’s really where I am today. All of the amazingness that should have been, and just, no, for reasons of extreme stupidity. Everyone else, yes, crushed hearts and burned at the stake and dissolved into goo and shadow-ripped and flying monkeyed and sleeping cursed and and and… but stick a meat thermometer in a manhole cover and YOU ARE DEAD FOREVER. EFFING RIDICULOUS!!!!!)
Cause this story needs some mending & a better happy ending...