I write because I'm a scathing, egotistical, perfectionistic cloud of dust that wants to make everything in its path dirty.
I write becuase it gives me a sense of control over something. It allows me to do what I want, when I want, with whoever, whenever—it gives me power. Power, and authority. Because those are things I lack in the real world.
I write, because I have a mind filled to the brim with pictures and stories and information that I want nothing more than to share; and I lack the talent to share it in any other way than with words.
I write because I was chosen to write. I wasn't given the option, or asked if it's what I wanted to do—I was thrust into this world with nothing but my body and my ability to manipulate words in my favor.
It's just how it is.
My name is a set of rules.
It's who I'm supposed to be, but it's not who I am.
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