Was just discussing the fact that I wish I had held on to more of my writing from the past. So many stories & poems & journals lost to manic moments in which I decide they're clutter & I would be better off getting rid of them and starting over. And yet less than a day after starting this blog I have an itch telling me to do it again... That the beginning could be less rambly or better written, that the old poem might not belong here. This settles it. Clearly it's a compulsive thing I need to learn to fight. I think I'll just sit here & bang my head on the desk while reminding myself no one is reading it, so it's ok if it doesn't come out right... Then maybe the itch will go away without me scratching it. Anyone know where I can buy anti-itch spray for my brain?
Also wouldn't say no to some not-so-metaphorical anti-itch spray if you have it. The mosquitos ate me alive today.
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