i hate it and i love it

it’s a prison really. 

1. i built it meself when i chose this writing thing then mixed it up with multiple formats

there is no number 2, just a conflict lave/hate feelings that make it hard to be more sociable. bad enough i’m an incurable introvert, now i’m a recluse. something i’ve been trying to be less off. 

but i gotta write.

so i’m writing.

will the world still look the same when i eventually go outside?