also writing short fiction feels so pointless and nothing in fiction excites me anymore and i feel like im just rehashing the same few traumas over and over again and i dont even know why im writing anything anyore because whos fucking reading and also i am such an empty person with nothing interesting to say and i just feel like im on the verge of tears all the time and then i eat too much to make the voices go away and then i hate myself for eating too much and when i read things i cant process them properly because im just a slow person and why is life so hard why is life so broken why am i so incompatible












