Doubt.
Self-doubt.
So much doubt.
Can’t think.
Looking at blank page.
What does it even matter?
No one even reads anything anymore anyway.
All just short dopamine hits.
Therefore, no one will be reading this.
Self-doubt.
Self-pity.
What does it even matter?
It doesn’t matter what I do.
It doesn’t matter what I write.
Someone will always find fault.
So, I will do it anyway.
And Live My life.

Do what you want.