There is something that worries me lately. Although, I guess, worry is a big word. But it’s something that I do think about every now and then:
What if I lose ‘my writing’?
You see, I started this blog in august, suffering from the worst heartbreak my heart has ever (and hopefully will ever) suffered. And, looking back, a lot of my blogs around that start had a very cringe-worthy wine-and-bitch-level to them. My pain was apparent from them. I was hurting. Seriously badly. The wounds were big and deep and the need to vent immense. Hell. I thought I was never going to EVER recover. A bunch of those blogs were actually SO painful now, reading back, that I set them to private (not wanting the world of today to see me ‘like that’.)
Before I started this blog, I was posting my…
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