this past week was stressful for about eight separate reasons & things didn't calm down until i slid into the booth across from taryn last night with an iced chai & a stack of letters to write. the week before that was filled with self-doubt & uncertainty & sleeplessness. projecting confidence & ease of adjustment is not the same as geniunely being that way. sometimes i think it just makes people less inclined to think of you as needing reassurance.
i've just spent twenty minutes trying to write something about public vs private lives & how to decide how much to reveal both here & in my zine. it didn't work out because i got worried that i was revealing too much.
listen, i don't put my secrets in public places.