The Bloody Doors Off

What the fuck am I even doing here?

Graphic designer, playwright, occasional asshole

This title means nothing

There I go again.

Overthinking.

And I know I’m overthinking and I catch myself.

It remains quiet for a few minutes.

Until BAM.

It hits again.

I’m parsing every word.

Listening for subtext.

Second guessing.

So I catch myself.

Because I know.

I fucking know.

Overthinking.

I need a distraction.