The Delusional-insane shitshow: or, welcome to my blog.
I write fiction (often terrible), poetry (even worse), and opinion-pieces (regularly ill-informed). All I can say is this is an accurate representation of who I am, for the worse or better. That possibly you will find me amusing. That I am trying very hard to be sane and stay there. That I try to love everyone platonically and unironically.
The whole point of this blog was for me to have an outlet for my writing, and to improve through practice though I have my doubts will ever be good enough. I still stare at the blank page and try to put one word after the other. The idea that there is objectively good art terrifies me because I know it will perpetually make an outcast. I have been defined in my life through a love of art and extreme periods of mental illness. Whether I want it to or not, my lack of a consistently clear mind separates me from normal modes of exspierience (though that is becoming less relevant).
I wish I was healthy, had no ambition, and could bring some understanding to people with mental problems but it is a no on all three. I am whoever you say I am until I say I am not. But most of all I am me.
The whole point of this blog was for me to have an outlet for my writing, and to improve through practice though I have my doubts will ever be good enough. I still stare at the blank page and try to put one word after the other. The idea that there is objectively good art terrifies me because I know it will perpetually make an outcast. I have been defined in my life through a love of art and extreme periods of mental illness. Whether I want it to or not, my lack of a consistently clear mind separates me from normal modes of exspierience (though that is becoming less relevant).
I wish I was healthy, had no ambition, and could bring some understanding to people with mental problems but it is a no on all three. I am whoever you say I am until I say I am not. But most of all I am me.
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