A Crow and Wholegrain Bread

 You may not agree with how I choose to write. Hell, even I don't agree with it. It is just that I do not know how else to do it. There's this incompleteness that I am used to, that you might want to get used to as well if you plan on hanging around for a bit longer. I have never completed a project in my life. There's this inability to look at a finished product and realise that it is the most mediocre thing to ever have existed. I hate what Grammarly's doing to my text, as I am writing it- the Americanising and the "get premium if you don't want other people to know how stupid you are". I shall not give in to the temptation, even though I like the idea of something taking whatever it is that I am creating and giving it a shot at being something less mediocre. But then I would be making it less me. And I am not not mediocre or whole. I believe that wholeness is a fad. It is what bread companies sell to make you buy their ugly, dry bread. No, think about it, you cannot achieve wholeness- in bread, grain, or life. My therapist does this weird thing where she makes me hate life a little less. It hasn't really worked, but it has made life bearable. And I've learned that it is not necessary to feel complete. Even though it looks like it is the ultimate goal, it is only something you have to look forward to, like a meeting with your boss. 

Preaching has never been my thing, but I might as well do it.