Me: okay, I need to get back to writing.
Brain: you’re not talented, you know that, right?
Me: yes, I know. Now, writing…
Brain: nobody’s ever gonna love you.
Me: writtttinggg… wordssss…. words….
Brain: you’ve gotten so fat.
Me: plot plot plot plot plot plot plot
Brain: you’re going to rot in this place you hate, you’ll rot here forever.
Me: *hands against my ears* I can’t hear you, I’m writing
Brain: nothing you do is valuable in any way.
Me: nOThign You Do iS VAlUaBle In aNY WaY