The Never-Ending Ramblings...

For what ever it's worth

I’ve written several things and all have gotten the delete button. Why? What’s wrong with me? Why am worried about posting in my blog? It’s not like I wrote anything mean or vindictive about a family member. I save those entries for my journal marked ‘For My Eyes Only’. Did I just type that?

Oh. Wait. Excuse me. Sorry. Everybody…? FYI; Robin never writes anything even remotely negative about her closest friends for family. Ever! Furthermore, in her mind, she only thinks happy positive thoughts about said people.

I think I’m avoiding something, making my previous words seem fake or trite. What am I trying to avoid? My chronic pain Sick of writing about it. Sick of dealing with it. Today, being a better day than the past four, you would think I’d be happy.

Here I sit, tired of sounding like a whiney baby. Scared the levels will stay at seven and eight. Afraid my SFA isn’t strong enough to handle it. Leaving my creative soul laying on the dusty floor, shriveled up and screaming for one ounce of inspiration.

I still haven’t done what I said I was gonna do; when in extreme pain, write dark poems, and stories. See what happens. It’s better than avoiding, which will only crush.