I was scrolling down my old posts and now I realize I really have no idea why I bother with all this nonsense believing I have a huge writing talent when I obviously don't.
Oh I feel like screaming.
You may probably want to call it screeching.
Boy, am I seething!
I don't even feel like sleeping.
All the time I've wasted scribbling...
I could have been singing.
All the time I've wasted dreaming...
I could have been breathing.
Oh, yes, I could have been living...


***Living my life...