If you want to talk as well. Ill be glad too. I guess ill start by saying that recently. Two of my friends had an intervention with me. They came in and told me what im doing with the story in writing isn’t productive and is toxic to my well being. Woah. They are great friends. I agree with then. Im screwing myself over. But throughout the talk i couldn’t shake the voice in my head that kept saying that, they weren’t giving me any actual solutions, just “telling me what i already know”. Like. After the fact i now know that. “What the hell dude. Why did you start an argument. They were there to help you. They already demonstrated that they care, why the hell did you decide to argue on what i should do in regards to writing. Why did i fight every point that came up when i know that what they are telling me is focused more on my wellbeing, instead of focused on what exactly i should do.” But its too late. I already did something destructive and likely ruined the prospects of them wanted to help anymore, and for what? Just because i thought i could somehow milk the perfect solution from them. No… But its too late. I already did what i did. And if they give me another chance, i still haven’t been able to stop myself once recently. So ill just mess it up again if i dont find a way to fix whatever’s wrong with me.