I like writing. I have countless little essays and short stories I’ve written over the years in three different languages but I always end up scrapping them out of anger or shame. I don’t know when I will ever feel like I’m ready to be vulnerable in that way. It’s a shame.
ive written a hundred pages worth of poetry i scrapped so, youre really not alone here. its a common feeling, or at least a shared one
doing anything art related feels impossible nowadays