Emma kaplan

Addicted to my therapist
2016-08-27 14:10:55 (UTC)

Again

Sorry to anyone who is reading, but I have to write again because I don't want to write my therapist. I am just really worried about this move tomorrow because the elevator is so small and there is just one elevator for a 10 story building because the other elevator is broken. We will be there Sunday at around 10am, surely a peak time.

In the past on this site, I have been concerned with becoming a famous writer. Now I realize that the writers I like are pioneers in their fields. I would be in their shadow and therefore not as famous. My story is no longer so original because it has been done.

The only thing original would be like if I was a successful mental illness story but super funny. I am funny 2% of the time but it's a nice time. I really think I am a shadow and not famous. That makes this site just the perfect outlet. My desires to be famous have decreased.

I just like to write. I would write more each day, but I think it is too much for any readers I do have here. Thank you for reading!!! I am so thankful for you!

One one bad hand, writing is like an addictive hit. My drug that keeps me feeling ok until I crave it again. But on the other hand, writing is just intensely fun and thrilling, even with my frustrations that I now see my story is not hugging fame.

That bad hand where writing is addictive is the one that tells me to seek status and attention, but the more I write, waves of reality are setting in and I am starting to get gusts of insight. Why I am small looking up at the big shots and thinking we are friends. Just like I think my therapist is my friend. Not true.

Thanks for listening! Have a great Saturday!




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