I’m being too precious.
I’m an absolute fucking specimen on Instagram. I literally have the best account on the entire platform.
But when I sit down to write a post for Substack, it’s like I’m a different person.
Scared, tentative, worried that you won’t Like it.
It’s helping me feel what it must be like to be YOU.
Fuck that shit.
This cannot stand.
Ryan's reading my mind once again. Now he's discovered the how-I feel-about-newsletters chamber too.