I started to love the monster
Idea books, Emotional airbags, and Trying to be taken so seriously
In the summer of ‘24 I drew a picture in my journal of a smiling figure and its giant, miserable monster, labeled “you” and “also you.” I was angry with someone who had seemed nice at first. I didn’t want to write out the whole story, which is how I often feel when journaling, but I did …