Writing has gotten almost cripplingly hard to do as I feel like any time I’m not spilling my guts it’s not worth it. I really kind of wish it was the opposite way and I could be mundane, but the fire burns out a lot easier these days.
I could write about feeling like a giddy 10 year old watching the Sox play in a 95% empty stadium from the row
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