Who made this thing we call life so difficult?

Before today there was yesterday which wasn't any different than today. Yesterday was the day I was going to step out of my shell and gather what little self esteem I could and start promoting me and of course the creative works that might in some strange way be me.

But curses, stumbling blocks and shadows got in my way.


I am a WRITER!! I said it! I spoke it out loud. It should feel so grand but it doesn't rather it feels like time to crawl back into my shell, pull my head back and stay there for...forever.

Maybe I'll just have to wait for tomorrow.


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