The Bloody Doors Off

This is sooooooo unfair.

I wanna write.

But I’ve got nothing to talk about.

Not true.

There is stuff.

Stuff I can’t talk about. Won’t.

And I can’t say why.

Spoilers.

I wonder if that’s what’s got me verbally constipated.

Fuck. This is a shitty post.

Guess it won’t make it into the memoir.