#6: I—I—I just can't stop it.
Writing words, both good and bad, pleasant and not, then rearranging them, then rewriting them, then cringing in disgust. A true artist, they say, is to hate what you do and get caught up in trying to fix it.
Don't laugh, but ✨ sometimes✨ I feel like the characters aren't real, like I haven't fully captured Mia's fascination with Penny, Rowan's beauty, or Tulip's devilish grin. Their most vivid traits, like Skye's explosiveness or Talbott's deliberate aloofness, or Mia and how desperately she clings to her past.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. It'll take a few more days to calm down. But for how long?