So I've realized something about myself.
I'm emotionally constipated. I have to create constantly in order to release all this pent-up stuff, otherwise implode. I am such a pent-up individual that once it starts it doesn't stop, so if I run on too long in a conversation or some piece of literature or poetry is longer than it probably should be, or if I draw "too much" in one day, it's because something is begging the release.
I am honestly proud of myself for coming to this conclusion. Don't congratulate me, I didn't post this for praise. Just think about it. Are you the same?
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losing yourself
Non-FictionI'm not asking for empowerment, I'm asking you to listen. I think too much and I obsess over things that don't matter. Mature because I don't have a filter. Updated only when I feel like it. //I don't own the artwork on the cover, just feel like it...
