Bad Day.

I have written four drafts tonight, none of which have made it up.
I have tried to put into words my annoyances, confusion, earth shattering questions, and even the happy thoughts that I know are somewhere in the back of my mind, yet none of it has turned out.
I therefore believe darlings that it's time to call it quits on trying to sort it all out.

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