Work. Write. Read. Keep putting words on the page, because that's the only way you'll get better.
There are memories I a better off without. Things better lost forever.
I cannot imagine how I will cope when I discover that my life is behind me, has already happened, and I have nothing to show for it. No treasure house of collection, no wealth of experience, no accumulated wisdom to pass on. What are we, if not an accumulation of our memories?
What are we, if not an accumulation of our memories?
I am an adult, but a damaged one.
I wish I hadn't. I wish I'd fought for you. I was weak and stupid.