Journal

For the love of writing

I haven’t written in quite some time now. And every time I need to answer that cruel question, “what do you do”, I feel like dying. I don’t know what to say anymore. I do not write. How can I call myself a writer? All I do is sit in front of the screen, scroll … Continue reading For the love of writing

About an unbirthday

My whole life, I have been plagued with fears, doubts and delusions of various kinds (mostly of the negative sort). I must confess that I have found most of those to be very unpleasant and haven’t yet quite adjusted to their unwelcome presence in my life and mind (since we’re concerning ourselves mainly with that … Continue reading About an unbirthday