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The problem, lately, is that I’m putting too much thought into what I’m writing. Poems are synthetic instead of real. Prose is over-analyzed and without depth. Journal entries are lacking the real view of my life that they used to have. I feel superficial, I feel like everything about me that I used to value has become superficial. Now I don’t remember the things I used to value about myself. I’ve lost touch completely, and it’s left me treading water instead of swimming where I want to be.

At least I’ve figured out that I’m in the water still. That’s a start.