Once a month, I swear to God I’m done with writing. I tell myself the old internet is dead and there’s no reviving it. I delete whatever medium I’m desperately clinging to for attention or relevance or the tingle of aspiration I once felt in the presence of a cool, self-possessed internet personality and promise to dedicate my precious time and attention to literally anything else. I’ve been on the internet for two decades — surely, I’ve run out of things to say.
And I was so serious this time. Morning pages? Out of here. Journaling? Motherfucker, for what?
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