What can I say? I’m at the bottom. It’s been a rough year and I’m ready for it to be over. What do I do in the meantime, what do I always do?

Just a silly little poem.

Molly:

Simple, short, sweet.
The name draws little attention
but to one, it speaks volumes.
A blush lightens a cheek,
A giggle is trapped
behind rows of teeth
barely visible, hidden.
Lips turning up, but slightly.

Fini.

I’m going to revamp a story I just finished I’m going to add more to it and take it further than I originally planned. I’m nervous and excited and I guess I’ll see how it goes. I have inspiration and I have motive. I also have building confidence.

I’m too tired to be writing anything else. This blog is already pretty crappy. Night kids.