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Writing on Medium
I Lied About Writing on Medium
No one needs to know about it
Only a small group of close family and friends know that I write. They don’t know where I write or what I specifically write about.
The only people that have ever read my writing are people I have never met.
This is mostly because I’m a private person and some of my writing contains thoughts, feelings, and dorkiness that might compromise my gangster reputation.
Although, it would be impossible to think of me as anything other than gangster.
Also, I write a lot of smack about my family and friends, so…
Nothing I wouldn’t say to their faces when I’m drunk.
Lastly, they don’t know that writing is cool as fuck. They wouldn’t understand what I’m doing here.
I don’t understand it either.
They’re too busy sitting in hot tubs, sipping fruit-filled beverages in full hair and makeup while posting to Insta pretending they’ve got their shit together.
Everyone knows that’s not your hot tub or your real eyebrows Macy.
That leaves them with little time or patience to listen to some fucking introvert blithering on about how fun it is to type some shit.
