It’s a bit daunting to put myself up on stage, especially on a platform that is as beautiful as it is heartless, this merciless place we call the internet. I wonder how much I can reveal, how much of my life I can put under a microscope – because I want to share the world as I see it, my world of overthinking and over analyzing and over interpreting and over wondering if I am smart, funny, pretty, thin, lovable enough – and how careful I have to be also to not fall down this rabbit hole of spitting everything out at once and revealing secrets and showing myself. Afterall, I am protected by the internet’s greatest feat: its anonymity but I worry (you’ll see I do this often) about inconsequential things that would never truly happen: what if this gets known and people want to get to know me? How can I then reveal my face after sharing so many details of my twisted, absurd mind?
A word – 31/01/2018
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From one overthinker to another 