same same.

It’s always like this. I write one post, then I suffer anxiety attacks for weeks for not writing another. This time I didn’t write again though since the last post culminated in a long talk with that friend who now dates the raping dude. Actually we talked it through and it feels better now, even if I still don’t get how she could choose rapist over best friend. It’s a bit weird.

I’m writing my Master now. That’s sort of cool. Dabbling in transmedia and stuff. Another reason why this blog is awefully quiet. Hopefully I’ll figure out a plan soon.

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