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?

The loser

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