You know, I went through such a bad time in my twenties. Thinking like, Oh no, I’m this genius writer, everything I do’s gotta be ingenious, blah blah blah blah, and bein’ so shut down and miserable for three or four years. That it’s worth any amount of money to me, not to go there again. And I’m aware that that sounds maybe Pollyannaish or sound-bitish. But it’s actually just the truth.
