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I don’t often feel doubt. I’m pathologically confident or almost pathologically confident. It’s annoying, probably. For others. I do experience doubt, but not as a symptom of the underlying disease of self-hatred; I love myself.
I can’t pretend to know from where it comes, though. It happens fast. I get sick of myself, just like that. It’s very fast. “Whoops” and then a drop of doubt blossoms and I’m sick of myself and everything I’ve written is a bunch of junk, my “persona” absurd and false.
I guess it’s like weather.
Anyway it’s not *unlike* weather. It’s less pleasant than a thunderstorm but I have the same amount of control over it.