I am physically incapable of writing anything sincere

My high anxiety makes me mock serious ideas. As such, though I may start a story with characters going to a museum to investigate ancient artifacts, the characters inevitably make fun of the artifacts and say how stupid it is that they could have ancient magic in them.

I really wish I could write something serious but that would mean being vulnerable to the world, which isn't a risk my anxiety is willing to take. Even if I use a pseudonym, even if I just write it for myself, even if I just think it, I feel bad and evil. :(

Maybe I just hate life. Maybe I just mock everything because I haven't had anyone to show me the value of sincerity. Regardless, I'm sorry for my garbage writing.

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