Or they’re bad.
It’s funny how you think/feel like you’re starting to get somewhere with something and then someone comes along and replaces that feeling with destroyed self confidence and a little bit of betrayal.
Today, I am powered by kalms and chamomile tea. And I’ve managed to have a bath and listen to two albums, whilst all the while neglecting the blank piece of paper and pen on the table. And now I’m here instead. The last few days have been just as rubbish.
So, should I give up, or stand up and fight?
I’m not sure it’s worth the effort anymore.