I am consumed. I will not be able to sleep soon. The writer in me will gnaw at my conscience. I just discovered Wattpad and I stare at it. There’s a tightness in my chest. I’m afraid. I want to do it. I don’t want to do it. I don’t have the answer and I have work to go to.
Sometimes I feel the person you are, will claw right out of you, whether you want them to or not. My inner writer is my own demon. I’ve been fighting it. Sometimes I can keep it quiet. Sometimes, it won’t come out when I want it to. And the battle rages on.
I wish I can tell you all how this will go. History has not been kind to me. I have to fight an uphill climb. To the victor belongs the spoils, or nothing at all. Sigh. Let the silence envelope me while I fight my demon once again.