I’ve Decided To Do What I Want.

I usually agonize over whether my writing is good enough, but I want to experiment.

I consider myself to be a writer… Kind of. I’m not as consistent as I want to be and constantly find myself writing repeatedly on my Instagram, rather than coming to the blank page and letting it all out there. I conclude there’s many reasons for that, one being Instagram’s partnerships with neuroscientists devoted to making me addicted to the app, another being the illusion of connection social media provides, that my subconscious…