the sum of my parts
I'm soft and mushy. Like a delicate berry. A delicate berry that pretends it's a bramble.
A lot of stuff.
Procrastination. Oh no, wait, I'm doing that tomorrow.
Who wants to become a writer? And why? Because it’s the answer to everything. It’s the streaming reason for living. To note, to pin down, to build up, to create, to be astonished at nothing, to cherish the oddities, to let nothing go down the drain, to make something, to make a great flower out of life, even if it’s a cactus.
— Enid Bagnold