[april 14, 2026]
i had stopped writting for quite a bit. i cant pinpoint exactly why. i assume it was a mix of imposter syndrome (i never considered my blabber worth much, but i enjoyed my
stuff and had fun rereading and sharing, which i think is the main point- especially if you write solely as a hobby, which is what i do), lack of time because of my studies,
and personal struggles with motivation and finding joy in things. perhaps the thought of having to share with the world every single thing i write also hindered both my
creativity and my enjoyment. i have grown comfortable with drabbling things that will forever stay hidden in a folder of my computer or a crummpled paper glued onto my journal
(which is wild honestly! why would i pressure myself to share?).
all i do is entirely self indulgent. i write about my ships and my ocs (side note: i have seen some pushback lately against the term oc and people saying its better to just
call them characters. but i dont think i get it, isnt it the same thing?) and all the cliché and cute and sad situations i want to put them through. and that makes me happy.