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I want to write a book's worth of pages. About everything. About anything. I just want to create something that is undeniably mine.
I just worry that I won't have anything worth reading, even for myself to read..
I think I worry too much.
But I worry about the possibility of not worrying. It's very much a part of who I am, oddly enough. Welcome to my world of contradictions.
I wish I had a cupcake. Or a chocolate covered strawberry. ...I'll get one tomorrow.
I just worry that I won't have anything worth reading, even for myself to read..
I think I worry too much.
But I worry about the possibility of not worrying. It's very much a part of who I am, oddly enough. Welcome to my world of contradictions.
I wish I had a cupcake. Or a chocolate covered strawberry. ...I'll get one tomorrow.