I let myself get carried away with the idea of sacrificing for success.

I might have achieved things, but I hate to imagine how much time has passed between the page and my pen.

I just remembered – like 10 minutes ago – that this blog belongs to MEEEEE. sO IF i wannA TYPe liKE thiS. i CAN.

I digress. I have spent so long being the perfect corporate cut out, that I forgot that I actually hate all of that stuff. I love writing that breaks every rule imaginable, but it never matters, because it still manages to make you feel something. So I’m going to get back on my zoom. The 8-year old version of me, is counting on us to become an author, real bad.

SO mY bewk might reeeed like THIS. But there certainly will be one. One day.