Later

Oh no! This was what I was afraid of. This isn't a blog, it's a pity party!

No wonder I've stopped writing in it. I've been pretty avoidant of lots of stuff: paying bills, cleaning the things, real life.

But I avoid writing like the devil. It's literally the worst. This must be why all the writers always compare writing to bleeding and crying.

Well. I stabbed myself twice today. With actual needles! And a little actual blood. Then I ate a brownie (I'm getting really good at making brownies) and thought about all the things I could write. Like poems, and stories, and blog posts.

Maybe later I will write some things.