I’m so jealous of people whose tastes are catered to by mainstream entertainment. that must be nice. anyway let me dig through the trash bin of the internet to see if somebody accidentally wrote a story that won’t deeply hurt me
mainstream storytelling falls into 3 categories for me:
I guess I just feel like I live in a world where absolutely nothing was made with people like me in mind. so every day I’m worn down by the fact that everything around me is incompatible with how I am physically and mentally, because I’m not even an afterthought to the overwhelming majority of the human race. and people IRL would rather silence me and sweep my struggles under the rug than lift a fucking finger to help. and sometimes I just want to feel like anything was made with me in mind
I don’t know if any of this makes sense but I’m going to bed - hopefully I can get some sleep