16 Signs You’re Too Neurotic to Be a Writer

Last night I had an anxiety attack because nothing I write is worth anything and we’re all gonna die, so thanks universe for this popping up the day after.

Anyway, this makes perfect sense and I’m laugh-crying and wishing I had ice cream to cry into, because that IS the ultimate cliché.

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