w(h)ine
i'm editing some stuff that i wrote a long time ago while getting "hydrated" before my run (i heard it's important) and it is so whiny and depressing and i feel so bad for myself but i also think i had zero self-awareness
i said things like "i'm attracted to brutes" and it's like, name ONE fucking brute you've ever been attracted to
and the other things are very marie calloway man-hating and world-hating and feeling-sorry-for-myself
i kept comparing writing to wine because you have a fresh batch and you have older batches that you're letting "age" and this batch (the only batch i had) is so bad. it is sour.
and i really only write down thoughts/ideas and almost never like "this is what happened today" no wonder e thinks that i don't talk about my life. i really don't.
shit i think i was a whiny sociopath (all sociopaths are narcissists too right? like it's included? or do i need to state that too?)