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Sometimes, contradictorily to intention, the more I say the worse I make things. I know I should be resolute and try again, rah rah on with the attempt, but some days all I really want to do is retreat. I think today I will, and maybe tomorrow will be different.
I used to be good with words, or so I once thought. Perhaps that was never the case anyway, only that I was not confronted with the situations to highlight my inability.
I used to be good with words, or so I once thought. Perhaps that was never the case anyway, only that I was not confronted with the situations to highlight my inability.