i got sick with an invisible illness that took away my heart and my soul and i didn't write for two weeks. i feel guilty now, and kind of like a failure but i could give up - or i could keep trying. and i suppose i will try and keep trying, but try is the inevitable word here.
somebody has snatched away all of my words, and kept them greedily for themselves, and now they're ruling my life with the misuse of their silly syllables and i'm stuck in a loop of forever feeling like i'm not good enough to skim at the bottom of the ocean.
i am going to try and combat this with positivity and today is a nice day. and hopefully there will be a new story on monday - but if there isn't, i promise to grovel at the feet of anybody who cares to listen and beg for yet another chance.
thankyou.