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?