Thoughts and ideas, ponderings and convictions, feelings and aspirations have been itching and scratching and grating to get out of my head and onto paper. I want to write.
Anything I have to write about is not worth reading, though. Not really. Because I am not exactly sure what I want to write about. I just want to write---to write, to write.
Gaaaaah! I am so confusing. I confuse myself. Ooooh boy.
Okay, I'm starting to think there's something like telepathy connecting our brains... How could you possibly be thinking EXACTLY what I'm thinking and feeling EXACTLY how I feel?
ReplyDeleteDarn you, Hannah. I thought I was unique.
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