Every time I sit down to write, my brain be like, “Lmao, you? Talking? Advising? With your life?” And honestly, fair. Because what business do I have putting words together when everything around me is barely holding up? But somehow, I keep doing it. Not because I have it all figured out, but because writing is the only thing that has ever let me
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Nobody Sent Me, But I’m Here
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Every time I sit down to write, my brain be like, “Lmao, you? Talking? Advising? With your life?” And honestly, fair. Because what business do I have putting words together when everything around me is barely holding up? But somehow, I keep doing it. Not because I have it all figured out, but because writing is the only thing that has ever let me