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Tonight I don’t feel like writing.  My head has been in a fog all day, and my mind has been going at full speed.  I’ve been crunching numbers that don’t work and wincing at the consequences.  I am in no mood to write.  But that’s part of the challenge of being a writer.  Even when you want to write least, you have to.  You have to somehow climb above your foggy head and press on.  

You’re running on empty
You’re running on scared
You’re losing your mind
You’re not sure why you cared
Everything spins
Everything hurts
Everything crumbles
Everything appears to be cursed 
You turn it around
You learn to smile
You made it work
You made it worth your while
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About JoElizabeth

I am a writer who loves to explore all different types of relationships. I am most happy when surrounded by my loved ones and furry children. I've never met a stranger, and I talk way too much. My favorite things to do are eat {preferably at a restaurant} with good friends, write, watch DVDs of TV series {especially FRIENDS}, drink lots of coffee and learn.
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