Here We Go!
Hi all — if you clicked this link, first of all, thank you for trusting me not to completely ruin your life by hacking your data or wrecking your phone. Honestly, that level of loyalty? I’m honored. So, here’s the thing: I recently haven’t been able to shake this thought that I’m supposed to be writing. I’m being serious when I say that I wake up mid-REM cycle in a cold sweat (with no mouth tape and “dangerously” sleeping on my stomach—sorry, TikTok) thinking, What if I just started writing? Is this normal behavior for a 22-year-old? Probably not. Do I need a new therapist? Maybe. But instead, I’ve decided to rant on the internet because apparently that’s what we’re going with now. I’ve never really considered myself a serious writer (starting this off strong, I know). But I’ve always considered myself pretty decent — or at least my 10th-grade English teacher thought so. And while I still can’t spell the word "calendar" without double-checking it on my Notes app, I’ve never ...