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sitting uncomfortably in life's expectations

it’s been a while since i’ve posted on substack. call it imposter syndrome, call it paralysis, call it laziness. guilty. i’ve been cocooned in apathy (maybe depression) hungry to care about literally anything. distractions have proved to be a viable antidepressant. i’ve been bopping around countries and cities since january like my passport might cease …