If I ever tell you I’m going to sleep and then you see me posting or liking things online for about an hour immediately after that, I promise I wasn’t lying to you, I’m just bad at going to sleep and it is usually a long process that begins with disengaging from any sort of immediate contact with people (chats, for example) and ends when everything on my screen is blurry and I’m hallucinating plot points I haven’t written yet
I have this creeping fear that I’ll never love again
and I’m not sure if it’s that I think I’m unlovable
or that no one is good enough for me to love
what if there was no sliced bread
then we’d be in a loaf of trouble
that’s the yeast of our problems
