Execute

Drank too much last night. Woke up and felt the need to purge the poison.

And she fucked it up. Pulsating waves of queasiness deep in her gut reminded her of the poison she drank and the weakness of her choices. None of this was supposed to happen. This isn't what her fairy tale is made of but for some reason she keeps paging through to the conflict part of the story. Time for the growth and transformation or else this may not have an ending. At least not the correct one and then what the hell was all of it for? She waited for this kind of happiness for what seems like forever and there she goes drowning it in a bottle of liquor like usual. She needs to toughen herself up, she needs to grow up and face her harsh realities instead of constantly focusing on everyone else's. Fight her own battles instead of trying to wage war with others in an attempt to shift the focus off of herself. She wants to write, not sure what, but the plot is right in front of her face. Time to start writing it the way it should be. Stop the procrastinating, stop the fear. Execute.