𝐲(𝐨𝐮𝐫) 𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞

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behind this literature jungle is a relatively permanent state of worry and nervousness.
some call it anxiety, i call it the cryptic character.

the cryptic character feels like a game of wits sometimes: me coming up with coherent reasons why i don't deserve this psychological mistreatment, with my brain responding that whatever i'm utilizing as an argument is ineffective.

..

i wonder, regularly, what i could do with that energy if i didn't have to fight against my own brain so frequently.

in the meantime,
i'll just keep writing.