I can sit and tell you that I am “thinking” of things to write because I do not know what to put in what order. Instead, I will sit and tell you that I am emotionally exhausted and writing, while cathartic, is not even close to the top of the want-to-do list, never mind the priority list.
It hurts, it hurts because I love to write, and I am ashamed of myself for not writing more when I know I can, but all of you have told me to maybe take care of my fucking self form time to time, so maybe I’ll try that.
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