Nonfiction

This is a rant of the worst thing in my life.

It was so horrible.
And today I missed everyone and everything so much
All my memories are too clear,
I can’t shake myself of the pain.
I was supposed to have fun.

What is a blueprint, exactly? Is it a tinted piece of vellum, or a map laying out the steps to take in order to be successful?

It's never easy to get those words on the page. To open up and be vulnerable. As a writer I know that feeling when it is over. When you have written something. This relief floods through your body.