If people wear their emotions on their sleeves, then my sleeves are shooting sparks off of the concrete. Maybe I'm not that old and jaded yet but when things affect me, I wear them like a bad winter jacket. Call it an emotional jumpsuit. From crap on the job, drama at home, and frustration with the all mighty pen, the emotions will boil to the surface of this girl's life stew.
One day I will grow a thick skin and a backbone.
Then I can be a tough introvert.
Writing affects many things.
Ms. J
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