My name is Nikki Raffail.
I'm trying to make a difference in this world. I'm trying to keep philosophy alive. I'm trying to influence your mind all the while mine is traveling an a billion directions at once.
I believe a little insanity is a good thing.
I'm inspired by life and I'm inspired by brains and nature and love and happiness and obsessiveness and anything else that's in this universe and outside of it. I think too much. I write compulsively. I don't want society to stop reading. I don't want society to stop creating. I want to contribute to this planet's literature that is so often hidden under media, pop culture, and other things that won't really matter in fifty years.
These are my thoughts, and I can't control them. I can't control the words that flow out of my brain and through my body.
This is word vomit. And I'm not cleaning it up.
of you

Why are you worrying? Why are you overthinking? Some “chemical imbalance” in your brain? No. Don’t blame this on science. Blame this on you. Blame this on yourself letting you worry. On letting yourself overthink. Be sad if you want. Be down if you want to. Sure, go ahead and let yourself feel shitty. But while you let your heart sink down to depths you wish it wouldn’t go, you so easily have the power to pull it back up. You so easily have the power to be happy. You can be happy. You don’t have to worry right now. But you’re wasting all of your energy on the useless overanalyzing.

Why? Stop. This is pointless.