Writing

Freedom is a concept I think about often.

A concept I don't really understand.

Yes, we have it.

But it often feels like we don't.

How am I supposed to see how free I truly am, when I just feel trapped?

Experiences.

They're a gift all on their own.

Spending time with friends, laughing and talking about stuff that doesn't even really matter to anyone but us.

Immersing myself in a world of roleplay, where I'm whoever I want.

Because of these things called phones, those of us born in the digital world have far too large receptors for dopamine.

Miniature computers, larger dopamine receptors.

Harder to get content and joy.

Everyone is booing,

Hi, how are you failing?

At everything you do.

Are you absolutely insane,

Why are you just constantly not doing your work?

When we see flaws in ourselves

we withdraw from society

curl in on ourselves

trying to hide from our insecurities.

The thing is

people struggle to understand

that their faults are a part of themselves

The first thing I ever understood about falling in love

is that it keeps you coming back

like magnets

whether it's good for you or bad for you

you're addicted.

And I didn't know the scope of it -