Hey you, yeah you cmere. You’re doing good, hell you’re doing great. I know it doesn’t seem like it or feel like it and you may be thinking I’m full of shit, but I’m not. You’re wonderful and your muse? Amazing. I know you’re thinking now you’re definitely bull shitting me, but I’m not. No one else can write your muse the way YOURE writing them. It’s impossible, only your interpretation will ever exist because someone else’s could NEVER be yours. Don’t give me that look, yknow the one like ‘how is that a good thing?’ Well I’ll tell you smart ass, it means that there is no wrong way to write the way you do. You make your own rules, your own worlds and your own vibes — why do you think your brain is your biggest enemy? You can’t have the good without the bad so someone’s gotta do it unfortunately, being our own enemy makes us deal some low blows. But just like we tell our friends when their brains are being mean, we have to sometimes look into our own mind and tell our doubts to fuck off. I mean scream it, loud as you can and the silence that follows? It fucked off. Wanna know why? Because your doubt is a liar, that’s all it’ll ever tell you. It’s never told you a truth and it won’t so why listen to it, so pick your pretty chin up. Get you a good snack — better yet get a fucking amazing snack you love and tell yourself one kind thing. Because you are one in a gazillion and that’s the factual truth, there will only ever be one of you — who talks, thinks, listens and feels like you do. It seems scary right? But it’s not, because there are a million other little universes jammed into flesh and bone with their hands held out to you. You’re not alone, you’re not your doubts, you are wonderful and it shines through what you do — like your muses and writing. Be kind, be patient, and know you’re loved.