I don't like writing. It makes me feel insecure about my reality. I already feel insecure about a good amount of things I do in my life. Not insecure in the sense of being lonely or sad. But in the sense that I'm uncertain or curious what the true answer is to all of this. Is it just a page of letters you read. Or is it an actual reality that we believe could exist and be a part of. Regardless the thought of it being an illusion is comforting. Because at least I can believe that it's a possibility. After all. The impossible is just one out of many possibilities.