I am sometimes scared of writing. I am scared of what might happen if I just wrote what I wanted to write without even considering whether it is good. Because I always think so much about whether it’s good. I think about it so much that sometimes I can’t write anything at all. Or I twist myself into terrible shapes to try to write something good that hides the truth of what I really want to say. I don’t know what writing is for. Only it should make you feel better when you do it. But maybe I’m wrong about that, and it’s not supposed to make you feel better. Maybe it’s for something else entirely. Maybe it’s something a little bit mysterious, which needs a little bit of love. Or maybe that’s just me.