My words are failing and I can’t help but think it’s because I am not using them enough. Somehow it was easier to commit to the gym for three months than it is to commit to writing for a week. This is no way to be. No way at all.
Starting over, once again. I solemnly swear to sit my ass down and write shitty first drafts and self-indulgent short stories and reflective meaningless journal entries every single stupid fucking day.
I can do anything for a week.