Me: writing goes kind of well tonight, this is so cool ^^
My brain: that’s nice but where is your life going? you’re stuck at a dead-end job that pays like shit, you have no talents and ambitions and you’re a disappointment to your family. your writing is a good tenporary distraction but your life hasn’t moved forward in seven years and you’re wasting your youth. this small triumph is worthless and you’re a fool for believing anything else.
Me: alright, damn