It’s November 30, and I’ve made it to the last day of NaBloPoMo somehow. I didn’t write something profound every day, but I wrote more than I’ve written in years. I’m supposed to feel something now, I guess. I thought I might feel better.
Writing doesn’t magically fix you. But it feels good to have done it for a bit. Hopefully it won’t be as long in between next time.
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