During the last week I wrote 2 articles on Substack, which, in my opinion, is great. During the school period I almost don't have time for anything other than studying, I've had my Substack account for over a year, and I've only published 7 articles in total. When classes start again I'm flooded in a sea of ​​excessive productivity, "I can't stop, I don't have time to stop". But now, I don't feel that these words are as much mine as I'd like them to be. They sound more like desperate verbiage, trying to release some of the feeling of what I know will remain stored and poorly packaged until December again.