Just a Beat Out of Place

Alright, it's been my bad for being so out of pocket recently. School work has been absolute hell. (Seriously, I mean, I have six classes on my schedule, two of which are labs. Next week, I have four finals. In the upcoming week and last week, I will have had four tests and five projects due. Including studying for finals. Fuck my college, for real. It is a sad day when I'm excited for my internship.)

But! ON TOP OF ALL OF THAT STRESS!!

My mom.

Ahahah, my mom.

Is coming up to college.

To stay with me.

DURING FINALS WEEK.

TO CLEAN MY GOD-AWFUL MESSY APARTMENT AND SUBTLY CRITICIZE ME FOR NOT DOING IT MYSELF.

Because I need more stress during finals.

So, look, guys, I haven't even written a word of the April one-shot. Unfortunately, at this point, I don't even want to try. And the worst part? I have all of these words thrumming inside me and I want to share them, but I can't. I can't even begin to try. Because if I do, they stop at my fingertips and retreat further inside my marrow where they can't see dayshine.

The point of all of this is to inform you that will write the Gypsy!Demyx oneshot. I swear to you, I will. But it will come out in May, not April. Because I just... I can't, okay? I feel terrible, but I can't. I've tried.

But better news? I did finish TTB chapter 3, you'll notice. I know that not much has happened yet, but I promise that it will? It's not much, I know, and I'm sorry.

AUGH, ALRIGHT, sorry for the whining! I'm off to study and frantically clean and hide the things I don't want my mom to see, since she thinks I am the little pure baby and she could not be more wrong!