Tuesday, May 26th
2:10 PM
Impatient. I should add that to the list. As you can tell, if you read the dates, I have just written something.
Yet, here I am. Writing some more. Because I want to, even though I have nothing to write about.
Writing is like a drug for me. I may not have anything to write about, yet I still try even though it will end in disaster.
It can be amazing.
It can be awful.
It can be painful.
Like wanting to eat, but having no food.
You have to teach your body to restrain the urge to either go scavenge for food or throw up. It takes a long time to master that.
At least, it did for me.
Hi, I'm Harmony.
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Here in the In-Between
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