comparison is really the thief of joy, I'm reading all my unpublished stuffs with my latest work going all the way back to 2023 and they sound so good, far from what I published and I hate myself for comparing but I cannot stop :/
re-reading my works and finding it a tidbit corny and I got this big urge to delete all, but then I remember how I felt during those times and how writing is my escape for all the sufferings in my life so yeah.