You’re getting older. You thought you had left this behind somewhere between college and full-time employment. You didn’t.
Six months ago, if you told me where I’d be today, I would’ve laughed in your face.
When I was twenty years old, I was living a good life. I had everything I could ever ask for. Then, I decided to kill my self esteem. I had my first novel published. Sorry, self.
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