Write Your Novel For Yourself.
I am at a loss. I don't know whether to save the candies for myself and tell myself that only I love myself more than anyone can. I don't know whether the pastures that I can't see now would be greener if I am able to notice them. I don't know what is holding me back and I don't know why am I hesitating.
I want to hide under my blanket and pretend that that is just my world.
But I can't do that.
Because when I finally poke my head out and meet the Sun, whether I am obliged to or otherwise, I have to decide between the star and the other asteroids.
And I don't want to do that because it is so difficult; it cuts.