I Got Blisters On My Fingers!

Maya Angelou didn't speak for 5 years. Now when she speaks, everything she says is devastatingly poetic. She can't help herself.

Not many people know this about me, but I didn't say my first words until I was 29.

There is a difference between anger and bitterness. Anger is healthy. It's good to be angry. Bitterness, however, is like a cancer that consumes a person. (I'm paraphrasing from Dr. Angelou—but it sounds much nicer in Italian...)

I honestly don't believe that I'm bitter. I'm fuckin angry. Prone to bouts of melancholy, perhaps. (Not without reasons.)

It's truly bitter people that get to me, though. Given enough time, it's downright caustic being friends with those people.

Today/yesterday was a bad writing day. Tomorrow/today will be better.