one day, things will seem finished when i finish them. that will be the day i feel my work at which i piecemeal is complete. i won't go through the motions and questions my motives for going through motions on top of it. i won't force a damn thing. i won't be eaten alive by self-attacking dreadfully vicious thoughts. if my head is unbearably loud, i'll be okay with it. if i am afraid to to even try to sit still to do something, i'll be okay with it. i will never worry about how worrying has ruined my life again.