Gotta get back into things. Life doesn’t stop when we want it to.
Through all of this, I have fought hard to continue my writing.
Plenty of good reasons not to do it. One of which being that you just don’t want to.
We find comfort in our old skin. Like wearing old, broken-in shoes.
Like snorting a fat gagger every few minutes, the effect is similarly deleterious.
I’ll keep on slamming these keys for sure.
Sometimes losses must be cut lest they drag you into the abyss.