yeahimmarissa

Hey.
          	
          	So… this is awkward.
          	
          	I kind of vanished.
          	
          	And I wish I could say it was because I was busy being mysterious and building a secret masterpiece behind the scenes, but the truth is a lot less aesthetic. I got in my head. Really bad.
          	
          	Every time I tried to write, I felt this wave of anxiety hit me like, what if it’s not good enough? What if it’s cringe? What if everyone realizes I’m not as talented as they thought?
          	
          	And instead of pushing through it, I shut down.
          	
          	I let the drafts sit untouched. I let the ideas fade. I let fear win.
          	
          	Meanwhile my TikTok FYP has been nothing but Epstein files, “BREAKING NEWS” updates, and chaos. And yes, my heart goes out to the victims — truly. But my brain? My brain is exhausted. I need softness again. I need fictional comfort. I need something that isn’t real-world heavy every five seconds.
          	
          	I want my algorithm back to edits of Sleep Token.
          	I want dramatic lighting.
          	I want yearning.
          	I want devotion-core and masked men singing about worship and heartbreak.
          	
          	And the only way I’m going to feel that again is by going back to the thing that made me fall in love with storytelling in the first place.
          	
          	Writing.
          	
          	This was my first passion before the doubt. Before the anxiety. Before the overthinking.
          	
          	So hi.
          	I’m coming back.
          	
          	Not as a perfect writer.
          	Not as a fearless one.
          	But as someone who misses creating worlds more than she fears judgment.
          	
          	If you’re still here after my silence… thank you. You have no idea how much that means to me.
          	
          	Let’s romanticize writing again.
          	Let’s scream over chapters again.
          	Let’s build something together again.
          	
          	I’m done letting fear run my account.
          	
          	I’m choosing passion.
          	
          	See you in the next chapter

yeahimmarissa

Hey.
          
          So… this is awkward.
          
          I kind of vanished.
          
          And I wish I could say it was because I was busy being mysterious and building a secret masterpiece behind the scenes, but the truth is a lot less aesthetic. I got in my head. Really bad.
          
          Every time I tried to write, I felt this wave of anxiety hit me like, what if it’s not good enough? What if it’s cringe? What if everyone realizes I’m not as talented as they thought?
          
          And instead of pushing through it, I shut down.
          
          I let the drafts sit untouched. I let the ideas fade. I let fear win.
          
          Meanwhile my TikTok FYP has been nothing but Epstein files, “BREAKING NEWS” updates, and chaos. And yes, my heart goes out to the victims — truly. But my brain? My brain is exhausted. I need softness again. I need fictional comfort. I need something that isn’t real-world heavy every five seconds.
          
          I want my algorithm back to edits of Sleep Token.
          I want dramatic lighting.
          I want yearning.
          I want devotion-core and masked men singing about worship and heartbreak.
          
          And the only way I’m going to feel that again is by going back to the thing that made me fall in love with storytelling in the first place.
          
          Writing.
          
          This was my first passion before the doubt. Before the anxiety. Before the overthinking.
          
          So hi.
          I’m coming back.
          
          Not as a perfect writer.
          Not as a fearless one.
          But as someone who misses creating worlds more than she fears judgment.
          
          If you’re still here after my silence… thank you. You have no idea how much that means to me.
          
          Let’s romanticize writing again.
          Let’s scream over chapters again.
          Let’s build something together again.
          
          I’m done letting fear run my account.
          
          I’m choosing passion.
          
          See you in the next chapter