Sunday. A rainy dreary winter Sunday here in Appalachia. The kind of day you just want to stay in bed. The kind of day that depression thrives on. You just want to pull your covers
2015 a year full of possibilities, blessings, and abundance. This is going to be a great year!
Fifteen minute timed writing before dinner. Today has been a very productive day. We got the pantry cleaned
When you come in here and try to save me all I am left with is the mess you leave behind. You play at pretending to be poor for the day or the week not
is it sadness
or is it madness
that permeates my soul
this longing for
TIME LONG FORGOTTEN BY MOST
a time of carefree youth that I squandered
one day it would be gone
By my birthday, in May, I will be ready to publish a book. Yes, it is written and now it will be done. Write it down or say it out loud to someone else and
She is talking about bills and I don’t even. I am trying to focus on writing and she wants to talk about money I don’t have. I don’t like to talk money because it stresses
I need to get me a little notebook to keep with me all the time to jot stuff down in or maybe there is a program or app. There’s an app for that! There is
Today is an exercise in futility and is just me throwing random words together on paper to make random sentences to turn them into paragraphs of nonsensical randomized bullshit that is not even good bullshit.
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