Aug 23, 2017

I need to stop crying at work– but God, I’ve been so emotionally preoccupied. As soon as my manager started talking I immediately thought this is another conversation about failure it’s one I’m having with someone else.

My manager thought I was hungover from the night before, because my eyes were puffy and like clockwork I yawned every twenty minutes. I suppose she wasn’t entirely wrong: Inspiration comes at 3AM and I’m hungover from writing.

I’ll have to set aside the sensitivity going forward. Normal people won’t understand the emotional labour that comes with squeezing yourself out onto paper, so no matter what to them I might as well be hungover.