I have written about 4 posts that can be summed up this way:

I am feeling pathetic.  I am wallowing in pity for myself and myself alone.  Oh, poor me.  Boo-hoo.

Then, I delete each moaning, self-indulgent post and stare at a blank screen, asking myself what boils down to this:

What do I want?  What do I want?  What do I want?  And more importantly, How Do I Get It?

And over and over again my brain slams itself against the walls of my skull and says, I DON’T KNOW–YOU SUCK.

No one wants to read that post.

Write, Bitch, Delete, Scoff, Write, Bitch, Delete, Scoff.

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