I miss mania.
I miss staying up for 4 days straight and just creating in the most primal way imaginable.
I miss making things like this.
I’m so homogenized now.
Sometimes – secretly – I think it’s all a big conspiracy to keep me tamed.
Like I was a threat that had to be put down.
But I know that’s not true. I do.
Except that’s how it feels.
To be a shell of your former self.
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