Funny, right? Well. Sort of.
I mean, we all go through phases. We grow up. We grow out. We grow through. Today’s question asks me if there’s one substantial change I’d like to see in my writing at the end of this 30 days. Or even at the end of three months.
Swear to God, my first thought was “God, I’d like to stop writing such intense and raw melancholy bullshit.” I’ve had enough baring my soul, thank you very much.
And by the way? God, or whoever you are – why do I have to do this so publicly all the time?
It’s not just this challenge, which by the way, I could have done alone and never posted a word on any of the group pages or on my blog. But my heart is strangely masochistic.
I don’t understand this forced blood-letting ceremony, but I can tell you this much, because I know myself. Without the prompting, without the public confession I would never grow up, or out, or through. Continue reading “Split Personality (Day 20)”