I’m lazy in my relationships. I’m hot-headed. I just get so damned defensive. That’s being lazy. Insecurity….really…I’m 64…Ellespeth get over whatever it is 😛
I’m lazy with my poetry and my stories and so they are hiding from me. I’m not putting enough time into each poem. Each story. I’m rushing my work. What’s with that?
she was sniffling and ran her laced cuff across her nose. He saw, but she didn’t care.