Here I am. Fucking depressed. A truly familiar state by this point. Luckily I've made a consistent habit out of writing about these feelings, so at the very least I will get more content out of this. It's only substack stuff, tho. If I'm being technical about it, this is my most profitable venture (even more so than sex work) and it also produces the least amount of anxiety (of all my artistic pursuits.) I just don't rly know if any of my writing is “good” by conventional standards. To be fair, that is kind of why I enjoy writing so much. I'm not rly trying to be “good” at it.
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