We've all joked once with it that men are mono-task while we masterfully handle multi-function mode, speedily. Well, I, that although I chuckle because I've always been rather clumsy as to make more than one thing at a time now, I think, definitely, I resign female. Resign. Process. And not completely accepted, that is the worst.
've really made an effort and tried unsuccessfully to exercise my creativity, trust me. With a discipline which I thought incapable. But you see, I could not. I have lain fallow and do not even know how much and pretended not to show up here to compose myself but today I decided to step forward and confess that I have overcome hormones. I give up.
I can not think of anything else beyond my altered state, my belly swollen, my sensitivity, my insomnia, these sweats and anxiety. Especially anxiety.
I sought inspiration near, far, in reality, the fiction, truths, lies, but nothing has helped me.
as Gregor Samsa So today I thought maybe I had no choice but to accept my degradation. I hope, though, that the story ends somewhat better, although I can not promise anything. Now that I think we are in March ... I will keep you informed.
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