She writes and that’s all there is to know.
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Hold up; that’s not true.
A few weeks ago, I was feeling very confused (like you do) and decided to write a long-winded confessional-of-sorts which I shared with my friends. Y said to “write until the words don’t come anymore.”
So I did and here are what I thought was good from the weeks since then, and from previous months, and from time to come.
Because writing is therapy… it may not always work, but you never know when it will, so I keep trying.
