I have a habit of reading too far into things

Today I feel like giving up. Throwing everything I’ve ever written into a pile and burning it, become an accountant. Except no one would hire me because I can’t add 13+29 without using my fingers. A little girl was staring at me through a tinted back window. I had been crying in my car for a half hour and I don’t think she knew I could see her seeing me. This is it, I thought, the moment a little girl sees the truth. Or maybe she already has. All I knew was I wanted to hide, but red lights make it hard to speed away into a ditch and crawl under a bush. Please stop staring at me. please stop. And then I hit a curb and as fate would have it, my writing folder and journal slipped out of my bag and on to the floor.

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4 Responses to I have a habit of reading too far into things

  1. Julia says:

    …and then your writing folder was picked up by a bird and made into a poem nest, where good words hatched. for what it’s worth, you are an amazing writer and the notebooks will be worth keeping. looking forward to more of your words.

    • rachvb says:

      Thanks, Julia. Picked up and waiting for me. The good thing about the days you want to give up is the next day you want to keep going.
      xo

  2. I am so glad you want to keep going, because you are truly a wonderful writer, and you have so much heart, too. please keep writing so i can keep reading.

    • rachvb says:

      I would be miserable without writing and I’d probably go crazy and I’m sure my boyfriend would dump me at that point and even then I’d come back to writing because it’s the only thing that makes sense.
      I’m glad you are here. xoxo

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