Why is it when I write something in the moment it seems like drivel, but then I go back and read it later and it's pretty good? I wonder how much of my writing I've thrown away because I think it's not good enough and that now I should regret getting rid of. I can think of a few journals. I burned one of my journals as a teenager. No, that was probably some writing that was better as ash. I wouldn't know though. I can't remember. Maybe it was really profound.
314 words tonight.
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