Yesterday I wrote something. Its still in my drafts. I wrote it in anger and while so tired from the days’ activities, I closed my eyes immediately after the last fullstop. I however didn’t press publish because I hadn’t proof read it and I’m my biggest critique so I saved it in my drafts, hoping to go through it before the day ends and post it.
Fifteen hours later, I reread the piece and I’m skeptical about posting it. From the first word to the last fullstop is a boat load of anger towards someone I truly care for. The post was prompted by a report I’d gotten late in the evening and I got upset about it. As usual, yours truly takes her anger out on the keyboard. So type away I did.
I’m still pretty upset because the blows keep coming but I am reminded of a God…
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