tbh realizing that i'm a great writer but at the cost is my depression, like i be so skilled and then i realize the world would be nothing without my talent. but then i'm like.. nobody even likes me do they?? i feel like my writing is one of the only good things about me and when someone compliments me on it i feel so great, like if i get compliments about anything else it doesn't matter because i KNOW they aren't true. but when someone says my writing is so good it's like.. a gift. all great writers struggle and i think it's the price we need to pay just for being so goddamn talented and crafted in the literal hands of god. anyways ilyguys