I don’t know how

I don’t know how to keep showing up here. I don’t know how to become a writer. I don’t know how to accept that I want to write.

I don’t know how to write anything, except for the same self-effacing blurb over and over and over again. Gosh, I’m so annoyed by this process that I’m going to end it here.

My body image is out of whack. My self-loathing is about to peak. I’m annoyed about petty things in the face of tragedy. And, I cannot deal with fighting with myself tonight over a blog.