I'm going to do some writing. I'm going to close comments. I don't mind if you are reading. Perhaps eventually you'll learn something, think of something, or feel less alone. Maybe not. Mostly, I just need to find the joy I used to have in writing again.
Deal with it.
XOXO
Once upon a time there was a little girl who knew exactly what she wanted.
One day, she realized she'd have to adapt what she wanted to the reality that life gave her. She had fallen into a very muddy hole, and was looking for a way out.
Every time she'd gain some ground, her feet would slip out from underneath her. She knew climbing out was not an option.
She started screaming. She is still screaming. One day, perhaps she'll stop - but not today. She's still trying to adapt to the muddy at the bottom hole.
11:16 PM
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