Frustrated that I can’t blog what I want to say! Keep writing and deleting, writing and deleting.
Sometimes nothing makes sense, at least not to the world, only to you, and trying to express it would not serve any purpose anyway.
“All frustrations are self-induced. The world can invite us to be annoyed, upset, disappointed, but we must ultimately accept the invitation.”
Maybe not all things need explaining, and maybe I don’t always need or even deserve to purge words here- hence my subconscious probably being ashamed to write..