
Sylvia’s me when I’m forced into social interactions.
i don’t know how anyone could possibly risk plagiarising on purpose like i am so god damn terrified of accidental plagiarism that every time i submit something on turnitin i can literally feel my individual arm hairs standing on end as i wait for the police to show up at my door and arrest me for writing a string of words too similar to some paper about the mating habits of hoot owls from 1965
i don’t know how anyone could possibly risk plagiarising on purpose like i am so god damn terrified of accidental plagiarism that every time i submit something on turnitin i can literally feel my individual arm hairs standing on end as i wait for the police to show up at my door and arrest me for writing a string of words too similar to some paper about the mating habits of hoot owls from 1965

i hate those times when i’m in between obsessions.
like what do i daydream about? what character’s personality do I steal? what do i dedicate all my waking hours to?
i hate those times when i’m in between obsessions.
like what do i daydream about? what character’s personality do I steal? what do i dedicate all my waking hours to?