Seeing such greatness makes me feel weak. As if I wasted infinite time.

A stone looking up a moutain whilst overshadowing a peeble.

Is winning fake made-up arguments in your head (that are oddly specific) a form of regaining controll in life?

I understand the fear of creating something, it's even scarier when you're publishing it out into the public. being judeged and precived; I rather be nothing at all than that!