*asks mom if she can buy something for me in september*
"no christmas is coming"
What the fuck am I playing
I’M SO MAD. I JUST SPENT THREE HOURS RECORDING AND MIXING THIS LITTLE SELF DUET AND MAKING SURE ALL THE SOUNDS WERE EVEN OR AT LEAST CLOSE TO IT. THEN MY COMPUTER CRASHES.
I FIGURED I COULD RECOVER IT AND IT OFFERED TO LET ME BUT THE FUCKING THING IS BROKEN AND IT LOADED NOTHING BUT A WHITE SCREEN. THREE HOURS OF WORK AND RECORDINGS, GONE.
I’ve fucking HAD IT.
"H-He’s too tall! I dunno if I can do it! I barely go up to his middle…"
sketchy doodly doo of Kuniko and Mac being shy cuties.
This includes letting your ideas, stories and head-canons marinate in your head on a daily basis to the point of not writing any of it down because you’re either afraid of how it will turn out or too fucking lazy to write that shit down.