I've made 12 posts in 6 hours. That could be seen as bad, couldn't it? Especially when almost all the posts have 0 notes. If the posts have 0 notes, who am I writing for? Why write if nobody sees it (especially when you could be doing more productive things)? This is how I can easily begin guilt tripping myself. So that's frustrating. sigh...

I've made 11 posts in 6 hours. That could be seen as bad, couldn't it? Especially when almost all the posts have 0 notes. If the posts have 0 notes, who am I writing for? Why write if nobody sees it (especially when you could be doing more productive things)? This is how I can easily begin guilt tripping myself. So that's frustrating. sigh...

That woman is right. A lot of women show higher neuroticism after that victoria’s secret discourse about men being in there. Calling a men made store in a public mall a “women’s safe space” is just out of touch with reality.

shout out to the neurotics in the audience

I can't swallow the massive lump in my throat. My chest hurts. I will continue to stare at the wall. All I have inside me are tears and hope. I know "the darkness". It has sat alongside me for the majority of my life. The pain of despair brings with it a familiarity, a comfort. I am not waiting for the unidentifiable "bad thing" that could happen when I am aware of the terrible that is. The other shoe has dropped.