Why is it getting so hard to write?
(You don’t think you’re at your 100%, you feel rather far from it, and writing or doing anything that you could be good at, in these conditions, could lead to self disappointment.)
Am I forgetting how to write in English?
(Probably not, but Language skills increase and decrease with practice).
Why don’t I write in Spanish then?
(Because you associate that language with a lot of things you want to run away from? I’m not really sure.)
Is it healthy for me to go back to talking with a bunch of people that I like enough but don’t actually have much in common with, for the sake of nostalgia?
(I don’t know. You were so different back then, such pretense. You were one way because you thought they wouldn’t really like the real you (you didn’t even know what that was like), and perhaps you’re right. Except that it is no longer important.)
Why am I writing like this?
(Perhaps it is the only way you can see what you’re really thinking at the moment.)
Why aren’t you being a judgmental bitch?
(Because you are. I come in representation of the glowing force. Someone’s gotta do it.)
Why are you sounding so insane? Are you delusional?
(Not really, just using very specific stuff that only you can understand. You know you can.)
(Please take it easy.)