(inhale…exhale…here we go)
I have no clue what I’m doing. I am struggling to find a place in the world, a task generally assigned to persons under the age of 30, for something of my own. According to my therapist, self-care can be participating in something you used to do that you enjoyed, and since I was once a teenager who thought they were going to be the next best author/poet, I am again taking up writing… but this time publicly and realistically.
Anything produced here will not be polished or refined; you will find very odd syntactic rhythms, semi-colon abuse, and fragmented sentences. At times it will be angry, unhinged, oddly sentimental, fictional, true to lore, vulnerable, and cynical. You may laugh – at me, cry- I’m so, so sorry, or throw things – please not your phone or towards anyone.
Thank you, Universe, for gifting this anxiety and AD(H)D riddled human a brain that thinks its creative. Everyone, say ‘hi’ to the delusional brain. Please read this blog with zero expectations of consistency and quality.
Welcome to chaotic creativity.
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