My Story

Author's Note

I know that the few people who have read any part of this is probably wondering when the plot is gonna kick in, where's the drama, the action, the kiss, the ring, the fights, the destruction...
This is me.
My story.
I'm not writing to sell thousands of copies, or be discovered. I'm writing in my hurt and pain and joy and fear and loss, because it hurts too much to keep it bottled up inside.
All too often, I don't feel like I can talk to even my closest friends, especially when the worst of it hits so late at night, when my friends in my time zone are normally asleep. I don't want to worry them with my flip-flopping emotions, and repeated worries and failing, so I post them here. No one that I've met face to face is on this app, so it's like venting to a free therapist, I guess...just without the feedback.
I know that if you've read this far, you probably are wondering why I keep doing this to myself, keep repeating the same old whining, the same loneliness, with no resolution...
I don't know why I'm stuck in this rut.
But if you've read this far, I hope you can infer that I'm still trying. I'm still getting up every morning.
There's still good out there to look forward to, even in the midst of COVID. It just hasn't hit me just yet.