Dear November.
15/30!
I just can't help but wonder if you ever mean your words.
One minute, you're saying this and then the next minute, your action says otherwise.
I try so hard to figure if it's your desperation to appear like a good person or you're just a two-faced hypocrite.
This is why I lie to you, my darling, 'cause it's so obvious you lie to me too. It's better if you don't know some things.
At least, I'll know you don't know enough to be secretly judging me in the dark corners of your room.
I wrote this months ago in a period where I was doubting myself. I wasn't so sure if I was really good at this writing stuff. Basically, imposter syndrome wanted to finish me.Reading this now, it's not as "amazing" as it felt at the time, but it reminds me that small feats and victories like this boost my faith in myself.
I'm writing this as a reminder that, even on days when it's difficult to put words together (like today) or on days when inspiration is scarce, I'm nothing less of the amazing writer that I am.
I mean, look at me, I'm still writing to you, despite the fact that my eyes are so heavy with sleep.
Is that not what superheroes do?
If you're reading this, it doesn't matter whatever kind of block and laziness you're battling right now, I know you still have it in you. I believe in you, my love and I'm always rooting for you!❤️
I know I said I was going to send a "a day in my life" letter today. Everything just happened so fast that I didn't even remember that I was meant to do this.
See, that's the thing about me, I get carried away very easily.No memories, no worries; just the present. Days ago, I was telling a friend how it's very easy for me to be having fun and not even remember to keep memories, 'cause I'm just so in that moment and nothing else matters.
No, don't look at me like that, of course, you matter.
But you get my point, right?
I'll try that letter another day – maybe tomorrow, maybe not. We'll see.
Thank you for always reading, good night!💗