I read a good story, today. A really good story. A really, REALLY good story. And suddenly, I felt the hole in my chest grow a little stronger. And I didn't want to sleep, anymore.
Being a writer... It's the most painful thing I've ever experienced. It's truly, truly, truly painful. But I guess... I don't want to stop. I want someone else to say stop.
So I keep writing. Because nobody's said "stop writing," yet.

This isn't that violent, or anything. But definitely a warning if you have sensitivity towards animal death, in particular there's a lot of talk about road kill. Tread with caution, as always!
Thank you for reading, means a lot, friends!