Your emails can find me in hell...

You know, I don't really care if it's just my prejudices that I can't deal with. Or my pride, which sometimes confuses my fear of not being good enough with the pressure to achieve self-confidence through perfectionism. No matter how worthless my overthinking about this may be, the fact remains... I hate emails! With every one that arrives, my heart skips a beat and my breath panics.

Could we just start talking again, please? As someone who grew up without the internet, it's sometimes really hard to cope with the transcendence of today's world.

With love, M. ❤︎