oh man

I am stuck and having a hard time in here, really afraid that I am too lost in my own politics and psychology to write this book.  So so scared and sad, thinking maybe I spent all these years writing what I have to write through in order to write something else.  At what moment do I scrap the majority and take the good sentence and make another freakin book of shorts.  100 stupid ideas about mental illness.  I am no longer impressed with my ability to shape sentences into sequences.  I need better wisdom to be the writer and person I want to be.  sad, sad, sad.

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