… because everything I think about writing is dripping with emotional goo.
I’m really tired of my emotional goo.
I’m tired of feeling like I’m on the verge of tears. Or murder.
I hope to God it’s still just a side effect of quitting smoking. My bigger fear is that I’m turning into one of those people that always has “something” going on. “Something” that’s wrong. That person that you have to walk on egg shells around because you never know what will be up – but you always know it will be something.
I don’t want to be that woman. I absolutely can NOT be that woman.