do you ever finish writing something very long, very sincere, and strongly (positively) emotionally charged (or, to you at least), but then come down with the cursor hovering over post and you just sit there feeling embarrassed for it and unforgiveably autistic? i wanted to write it so bad and get my feeling and experience out there and now i'm not sure i want to acknowledge to myself that i could write so much trite self-obsessed stuff and then vomit it up in front of kind strangers and think it was so nice. makes me wonder if my usual self-perception around people is a comparable illusion, because it can certainly seem and feel that way sometimes