Everyone goes through moments of self-doubt. Even though those moments are very brief, to me they are more than just brief moments. They are micro apocalypses where my universe violently collapses on itself in a bloody, fiery whirlwind, accompanied with the screams of a million angels, and compresses into a dark, cold ball of lonliness and despair, where no light can ever penetrate.

It lasts for about 10 seconds. Then I think about ice cream and sex.