It’s Hard.

Part of me wants it to get worse, and the other doesn’t. And it’s getting worse. For every day I don’t try, the following day will be harder. And each day I try… it’s doesn’t get easier. But it’s maintained. Follow the work. Learn my lines. Pack my lunch. Do what I can to survive. 

About Undecided Pseudonym

A woman who remembers enjoying writing.
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