Writing again.?

Yes baddie!

I clicked on “create a new post” and I almost puked. The terror almost eating me alive. Do I pretend that I’m better after those months of not writing? Do I write about my two “trips” to the psych ward? Or about how my life has spinned into me being S3’s Maxine in Ginny & Georgia? Do I talk about the relentless “overdose” thoughts?

Deep breath in for 8 counts, hold for 4 counts, breathe out for 8 counts.

I needed to stop running away from this, writing. (Intrusive thought: Hockey players are so hot.) Almost laughs about the fact that I’m still anonymous on here. Life has a way of hurting so deep… *scratch that, people don’t want to read sob stories.* Hmmm…what then do I write about? (Intrusive thought: Ayra Starr’s Hot Body and Who’s dat girl?? HAEW. My waist e remain small you go hear “Kprakp” e go so so break ehhh.) Hmm… anyways, apparently I’m back to writing and I have WAYYYY too much tea. (no bc why have I forgotten how to use this substack lowkey)