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!

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

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

A stone looking up a moutain whilst overshadowing a peeble.

Above you are 53.302 miles stretching outwards.

Beneath you 56.023 miles.

Tomorow there will be nothing more.

Homeless people are dying. So many dead on our streets and we keep on walking.

This is not an attack on you. Just food for thought, that you'll be left dead without any money... Sorry.