Journal entry from June 15th, 2024 6:51 PM

All my writing is very personal. I can hardly bear to write while in the presence of another human, even if they are not watching me. It feels like someone has walked in on me naked but not naked as a transition. Naked as an existence. That I am examining myself in the mirror. Analyzing what I see. Disgusted and enamored by every last piece. I would rather die than have someone see me in that state. I'd rather have never been born than for someone to see my writing before I am ready.