When the world around me is quiet and I am alone, this is where my words begin.
I get tired of telling the same stories about myself over and over. After awhile, you can feel like you’re reading a script about a person who is no longer you–someone who is a stranger. One day you may even realize that it’s not worth telling that story anymore because you’ve outgrown it.
There’s one big ugly story that I can’t highlight in my narrative and control-v forever.
