Rejection

My hands are ice cold. You would think that they would put the heater on with the 20 degree weather outside. Or perhaps they did and like always it’s never enough for me. I am always just so unbearably cold. That it would be easy to bring tears to my eyes by exposing me to the harsh biting wind. I never thought I would be tired from just writing. Majority of the work I have right now is based on writing intensive classes, so I’m constantly writing and writing and writing. I do appreciate it but by the time I […]

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