Sometimes I am sick of writing. Writing is stiff, it is pretentious… it is something you can never be in reality. So why do I need to write? Why can’t everyone just study my heart like I am transparent and see and understand it without the bows or wrapping paper? It is so easy to be a person with clean edges and solutions to the world’s delusions when you write. Want to know what’s hard? Translating yourself.
Being honest.
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