Today I Hate Everyone

Have you ever stood in the shower with your face close to the spout of the oncoming spray of water? It feels odd. It feels like a hundred fingers are firmly massaging your flesh. I can only handle it for about 20 seconds before I begin to freak out. But it does not stop me from trying it again and again.

It is so difficult for an introvert to outwardly portray an extrovert to the world. It is draining. It hurts. It makes me wish I was someone or something else because if people really knew just how quiet I am, they might be scared.

Writing is such a solitary process, so I guess this is why it is the one thing I am actually good at. I don't have to pretend to know what I am doing, I just do. The more I do it, the easier it becomes. I have made the mistake in the past of believing if it isn't a struggle then it isn't any good. But I am proving to myself this is not the case.



Maybe tomorrow will be a better day.