Something

If I were to type my genuine thoughts at the moment, I’d have to admit to cursing the writers I know. They make this look easy.

-shaking my head-

Pride is a bitch. Maybe that’s where I need to start. It came. I fell. Deep.

The bitch of it is, it’s my own fault. Pure, unadulterated stupidity.

I know how to problem solve. I know how to communicate. Sometimes, effectively. I know if I don’t start taking the steps necessary, I stand to lose a great deal.

I don’t know what those steps are yet, but I’m willing to find out. If there’s time.

I hope there’s time.

Let there be time.

Kaid