Writing

My favorite comfort item is a doll my aunt gave me. I named her Didi; I don't really know why, but that's been her name for just about as long as I can remember. 

The doorway would replace where my closet is. Instead of seeing my messy closet with random clothes thrown about, it would open to something else. My doorway would take me to the woods.

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?