1. I should probably spend this time drafting the next chapter or catching up on my studies, especially since I'll be busy with the math competition tomorrow and won't be home for a while right afterward.
I'm worried I might forget even a fleeting detail, without which my story wouldn't feel so personal.
But no, I'm here staring at the ceiling and thinking about when, one day, I'll forget about this profile and the two lives I'm giving life to by writing.
When I really start to like something, I push it away instantly, because I start to see its flaws.
I end up rejecting it as if it weren't enough, like a failed experiment no longer worthy of continuation, no longer living up to my expectations.
I've been doing this since I was 12, abandoning my second Wattpad profile, before accidentally rediscovering it at 13 and discovering that the story I'd written had surpassed 150,000 views…
Impressive, right?
No.
Boring, I dare say.
That feeling of anguish that fills your mouth waiting for a work you don't feel is yours to be truly appreciated.
Especially when this mechanism is triggered by everything I do, reducing me to never truly appreciating my own creativity, which I don't feel is exceptional at all.
All this to say that I already know what will happen in the next chapter; I just need to dip the pen in the ink and let it flow automatically onto the paper.
But the fear that waiting before that happens will result in despising this project involves me emotionally more than it should.
And it really scares me, since it's been going on like this for years and nothing like this has ever happened to me.
I've always handled things bigger than myself, received more insults than praise, because those who voluntarily choose to embrace my world believe they'll emerge unscathed, and when that doesn't happen, they're disappointed and take it out on me.