there's always this fear. that every time I am finished with writing a piece, I can never write again. As much as I love writing, it is actually very emotionally/physically draining and I often scoff at my incompetency, how my lit god and goddesses carry 500x the emotional weight compared to me but alas I cannot measure up to them. I feel like part of my heart has been cut out after I'm done and sometimes writing flows so easily, other times I spend days typing then retyping until I get what want. Or rather when I manage to peel out what I want from myself. I am not a perfectionist I want things done the most efficient way. But words they always make me try and try and try until I do. 

Typing this on the app has made it impossible to create a link but here is a blog LRR and I created 2 days ago dedicated to words (my tireless affair with words) we accept submissions for our themed weeks and this week theme is 'chasing after death'. www.kierasommer.tumblr.com

Kiera because that's gonna be one of the possible names for my future hypothetical kid and sommer because it is LRR's favourite word. Goodnight may I learn to increase my emotional threshold