I don't know what's wrong with me. I should be past this, but I can't get the brain hamsters off the wheel. They just keep running and the incessant squeak, squeaking of inescapable thought sits on my shoulders until I feel like I'm trying to hold up the world.
*edit - two years later*
The squeaking still happens & I still manage to function. I'm just going to hit publish on this and move on with my life. The goal is to learn to just write, whether it's any good or not, whether anyone else reads it or not. I just need to get the thoughts out of my noggin & out into space to do as they will.
Here goes...
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