AUGHH.

This fic is killing me. I've spent a week on it and I'm on the fifth draft and it just won't do what I want but I love it too much to scrap it. I am actually starfished on my living room floor right now like I have been run over by a truck full of words that don't work.

And it's Dancing With the Stars too, which just, shouldn't that mean I can just fix it with more glitter?

How can I be expected to resume my regularly scheduled weekday life tomorrow under these trying circumstances!?

WHY WON'T THEY JUST MAKE OUT???

Don't lie. You've all been here.