For years I thought I could never do better, am basically unlovable, no one else would ever tolerate all my weird idiosyncrasies. Now I am not so sure. #help

I have been pretending to not be paralyzed by this revelation for more than 24 hours. I cried in the shower last night. I put on a playlist from one of my favorite movies and cried in the parking lot at the grocery store today. I do not have a soul I can trust to tell any of this.

I increasingly don't care about anything else in my life that doesn't allow me to be creative.

nails on a chalkboard