I wrestle daily with loneliness, meaning, and the realization that existence often feels like a single-player game. Let’s explore trauma, numbness, and the quiet question that appears when the world stops making promises. Ready player 1?
Posts tagged self-reflection
The Myth of Good Writing |
A Diary of Sentences That Exist Anyway
I wrestle daily with whether my writing is good or shit. Most of the time, I write into a quiet vacuum, unsure if it matters at all. Yet the act itself—struggling, digging, pinning down fleeting thoughts—feels alive. It’s writing for me, for discovery, for sentences that exist anyway.
The Wrong Play
I’ve spent my life pretending to be someone else — an engineer, a writer, a version of me that fits what others expected. But when I write, I feel the edges of who I really am, even if the words don’t make sense. This is what it means to question your memories, your past, and your place in the world — and to keep writing anyway.