I can hear it in my voice. It isn’t pretty. And it is so present.
I am resentful. I am bitter. I am wronged and it twangs against my heart to know it and to feel it
It is a STORY, and it is magnificent, how very wronged I am.
I am mad about it. But not healthy mad…sniveling, pitful resentful and powerless mad
dark corner hooded eye angry
you know who will tell you all the ways things didn’t go right?
i do not want to be the loser.
I am NOT the loser because
I AM NOT DONE
I want to re-write the story. I have to re-write it. Even if It’s a cliff hanger
Where will we see our heroine next?
How on earth will she get out of this scrape?
Boy, I like the sound of that a lot better than theone where I snivel.
I AM NOT DONE YET