Because we’ve all grown, nothing is the same. No one turned out the way you thought they would. Maybe this loneliness is something to get used too. After a while, you like being alone. You prefer to be alone. It’s not a curse but rather a blessing.
You sit there on your desk. You’re sentence mark just blinking…blinking, clueless as to what to write next. You never know what award these 27 letters can get you. Maybe none, it’s a dog eat dog out there. Your mind is scrambled. So much to say, so much to write, but no idea how to start. No idea how to start your first piece. You think, I only got 27 letters to choose from. To write one word, word sentence, one paragraph to change the world.
Maybe you’re not good at anything. There’s always for not being good enough.
